And, when I lifted you, soft came your cry,—
“Put me ’way up,—’way up in blue sky”?
I laughed and said I could not,—set you down
Your gray eyes wonder-filled beneath that crown
Of bright hair gladdening me as your raced by,
Another Father now, more strong than I,
Has borne you voiceless to your dear blue sky.
CHARITY
By George Parsons Lathrop
Unarmed she goeth, yet her hands