As when a child, confident of a love
That frees him by adventuring to grow,
Turns from his play and climbs his father's chair—
Secure of welcome when the puppy's shove
Topples his balance, or he longs to show
His latest art, or brims with love to share,
So would I turn and climb, when racked with fear
Of pain and lack or warmed with tempting glow
Of human praise, from triumph and despair
For prayerful lap time: wan worlds disappear
In Father-Mother's care.
