hand,
Your feeble hand, was keeping them from ill?
I gave them life, and life is more than meat;
Those little limbs, so comely and so sweet.
You can make raiment for them, and are glad,
But can you add
One cubit to their stature? Yet they grow!
Oh, child, hands off! Hands off! And
leave them so.
I guarded hitherto, I guard them still.

I have let go at last. I have let go.
And, oh, the rest it is, dear God, to know
My dear ones are so safe, for Thou wilt
keep.
Hands off, at last! Now, I can go to
sleep.





In Convalescence

Not long ago, I prayed for dying
grace,
For then I thought to see Thee face to
face.

And now I ask (Lord, 'tis a weakling's