"I slipped His fingers, I escaped His feet,
I ran and hid, for Him I feared to meet.
One day I passed Him, fettered on a Tree,
He turned His Head, and looked, and beckoned me.
"Neither by speed, nor strength could He prevail.
Each hand and foot was pinioned by a nail.
He could not run or clasp me if He tried,
But with His eye, He bade me reach His side.
"For pity's sake, thought I, I'll set you free.
'Nay -- hold this cross,' He said, 'and follow me.
This yoke is easy, this burden light,
Not hard or grievous if you wear it tight.'
"So did I follow Him Who could not move,-- Elizabeth Cheney
An uncaught captive in the hands of Love."