A CHILD'S REQUEST.
" Lift me and carry me " the little one In pleading accents cried. " All right," a rough and hearty voice In kindly tones replied. He stooped and took the weary one Upon his shoulders strong, And as he went his voice uprose In song. " Lift me and carry me " we often cry : When we have weary grown We turn us in our misery Unto a stronger one. Our throbbing feet refuse their task, We falter at the way. We have' grown coward in our heart For just to-day. To-morrow we shall, with the child, Ask bravely, " Put me down," And feel the earth beneath our feet Without a sigh or frown. But in the feeble hour of pain When all our hope has fled, Some stronger arm will lift our load And bear instead. When suddenly my strength gives way I turn to you for aid, And shall I in your weary hour Refuse your heart its bread ? Sometimes when I am weak, you turn And lift me with a song. And shall I leave you with your care To drag along? All suppliants we of some high Power, All needful of its aid ; All grope at times in midnight dark, In trembling, sore afraid. All, weary with the noontide march, Do cry out wistfully, O greater Good ! O stronger Heart ! " ■ Stoop,— carry me. —Alice.
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Otago Witness, Issue 1851, 17 August 1893, Page 46
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227A CHILD'S REQUEST. Otago Witness, Issue 1851, 17 August 1893, Page 46
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