FIRST FOOTSTEPS

A little way, more soft and sweet

Than fields aflower with May,

A babe's feet, venturing, scarce complete

A little way.

Eyes full of dawning day

Look up for mother's eyes to meet,

Too blithe for song to say.

Glad as the golden spring to greet

Its first live leaflet's play,

Love, laughing, leads the little feet

A little way.