Learning to Walk

My baby trips with steps complete, And loves to stand upon his feet; But then 'tis only when I hold His finger, that he feels so bold; Until his limbs are firmer grown I must not let him stand alone; I'll notice every new desire, That, while I teach, I may not tire; His little wants with care supply, And guard against each danger nigh. We'll sometimes walk, and sometimes rest, Just as my darling likes the best: For ah! his legs are young and slender, His tripping toes are soft and tender; Much at once he cannot bear, Needing patience, thought, and care. Yet frequent walking, not too long, Will make his little limbs grow strong.