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poems.
How dark soever it may be,
It leads to cloudless day.
It leads to cloudless day.
THE SON OF GOD.
Not within palace-halls
The holy Infant lay;
And yet upon those lowlier walls.
Beamed a celestial ray;
For there God's well-beloved Child
Reposed, the holy, undefiled!
The holy Infant lay;
And yet upon those lowlier walls.
Beamed a celestial ray;
For there God's well-beloved Child
Reposed, the holy, undefiled!
Not on a downy bed.
Did the Redeemer lie;
He had not where to lay his head
Beneath that Eastern sky;
And yet earth's desert wastes he trod,
One with his Father and his God;—
Did the Redeemer lie;
He had not where to lay his head
Beneath that Eastern sky;
And yet earth's desert wastes he trod,
One with his Father and his God;—
One in that holy love
Which his whole nature filled:
His was the meekness of the dove;
Yet from his lips distilled
Wisdom which earth can never reach,—
Wisdom which Heaven alone can teach.
Which his whole nature filled:
His was the meekness of the dove;
Yet from his lips distilled
Wisdom which earth can never reach,—
Wisdom which Heaven alone can teach.
