NEWLY BORN.
OUT of the dark into the arms of love The babe is born, and recks not of the way His soul has traversed to confront the day: Enough for him the face that smiles above, The tireless feet that on his errands move, The arms that clasp, the tender lips that kiss, The whole dear wealth of welcome and of bliss His heirship and his sovereignty that prove.
So may there be no place for Earth's vain tears When Heaven's great rapture bursts upon the sight:— Shall not the soul, new-born in heavenly spheres, Forget the paths it traversed, and the night It journeyed through, and all old hopes and fears, Caught up into that Infinite, Great Light?