[Poems by Tabb in] Father Tabb | ||
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CHRIST THE MENDICANT
A stranger, to his own
He came; and one alone,
Who knew not sin,
His lowliness believed,
And in her soul conceived
To let Him in.
He came; and one alone,
Who knew not sin,
His lowliness believed,
And in her soul conceived
To let Him in.
He naked was, and she
Of her humanity
A garment wove:
He hungered, and she gave
What most His heart did crave—
A mother's love.
Of her humanity
A garment wove:
He hungered, and she gave
What most His heart did crave—
A mother's love.
[Poems by Tabb in] Father Tabb | ||