God's Child.
He wanders round the garden wild,
I hear him singing sweet;
I know it is my fairy child,
I hear his dancing feet.
Birds low warble in the nest,
Leaves murmur merrily;
My boy is leaning on the breast
Of God most tranquilly.
He gazes in deep eyes Divine,
With innocent clear eyes;
He is God's baby more than mine
The Father is all-wise.
Carol, my darling! laugh and leap!
For art thou not God's own? …
… Ah wildly, wildly must I weep
… God hath destroyed His son!
