Over, under, up, and down:
His path’s erratic to my eye;
He is tumbling, playing, by –
But oh! the under knocks his crown.

Somersaulted: inadeptly.
Tears that make the young skin glisten
Go to him: hug, simply listen.
“Jesus, have you scraped your knee?”

Ever, Jesus, did you pain
And bleed, burn, cry, when as a child
Human weakness took your mild
Heart and opened it so plain?

Here in this child, in this member
Of your blessed humanity,
You do hurt. When see I such ones
Your tears, Jesus, I’ll remember.