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A Newborn Infant.
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   Oh! sweet incarnation!
   Oh! flower of creation!
Oh innocent flame of new life undefiled,
   On earth's poor breast falling
   Her lost youth recalling
Oh! hope of humanity, soul of a child.

   This lamp freshly lighted
   By some power ignited,
This spark from some luminant out of our sight,
   Hath surely some message,
   Some hint or some presage
To flash on the gloom of our ignorant night.

   Oh! spirit arrested
   In flesh manifested
Not vainly thou comest from far as a sign.
   Though doubt may decry it
   And Science deny it,
We know that we see in thee something divine.