How love-impelled that Hebrew mother's act!
How comprehensive must have been her prayer,
As, taking God's protection for a fact,
She loosed the infant Moses to His care!
No slightest jot of time could she devote
To outlining his future, or to think
Of self, but cast his tiny ark afloat
Among the rushes at the river's brink.
What mother by her thought, or word, or deed
Would be a stumbling block to her loved child,
Knowing that mortal planning may impede
The heavenward progress of the undefiled?
While human bondage shackles liberty,
The perfect child of God is always free.
