NOW, dear little Kitty, I hope you'll take care,
It would be a pity to tumble in there
I see you're no stranger to that tiny wave,
But still there is danger: be not over brave.
The stones are not gritty to give you firm hold,
So mind, little Kitty, and be not too bold;
Now just take its measure in your little mind,
And then you'll have leisure your courage to find.
You stand there so pretty, 'mid the stream in the dell,
Then courage, dear Kitty, and all will be well;
There's a stone in life's river on which you may tread,
One strong to deliver from all kinds of dread;
Whose eye ever sees us, in trouble and grief,
Dear Kitty, 'tis Jesus who giveth relief;
But all who've a portion in Jesus above,
Need courage and caution, and wisdom and love.