The Climber

He is a climber,
Climbing so high,
Steps without number,
Ceiling the sky.

Now he’s got four—
He’s only one!
He’ll get them all
Before he is done.

Hand on a stair,
Foot moving right,
Eyes go up “there”
Thrilled with delight!

Body of purpose,
Body so small,
Proud little package—
He is my all!

Now he’s a laugher,
Laugher of love,
Love for what’s after
When he’s above.

No, he won’t stop,
Hard though it be;
On, to the top,
Be what you see!

Eyes must be shining—
Eighth is now done;
Two more, resigning,
Almost are won!

Foot to the nine,
Hand to the ten,—
Back, and go down,
Starting again!

He is a climber,
Climbing with joy
Steps beyond number;
Brave is my boy!

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