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THE LITTLE BROTHERS
God the Son in Paradise,
Being young, looked down to see
Sons of God in earth's disguise:
Are not these my brothers? said He.
Being young, looked down to see
Sons of God in earth's disguise:
Are not these my brothers? said He.
Though they stray so far, He said,
From My Father's purpose kind,
His bright image overlaid
Mirrors now no more His mind.
From My Father's purpose kind,
His bright image overlaid
Mirrors now no more His mind.
All these children, brothers all,
Heirs to Heaven as it was meant;
Shall their Brother see them thrall
While His Heaven holds Him content?
Heirs to Heaven as it was meant;
Shall their Brother see them thrall
While His Heaven holds Him content?
Take My orb and diadem!
I am weary of My throne:
Let Me be as one of them,
Their own brother, yea, their own.
I am weary of My throne:
Let Me be as one of them,
Their own brother, yea, their own.
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Let Me be of woman born,
Just as weak, as frail as these;
Subject to their shame and scorn,
Solaces and agonies.
Just as weak, as frail as these;
Subject to their shame and scorn,
Solaces and agonies.
Take Humanity for wear,
Put on Sorrow for a dress;
Know the piteous things they bear—
Poverty and loneliness.
Put on Sorrow for a dress;
Know the piteous things they bear—
Poverty and loneliness.
God the Father, Whom His Son
Pleases well, in fatherhood
Smiled upon His only One:
Go, dear Son: the thought is good.
Pleases well, in fatherhood
Smiled upon His only One:
Go, dear Son: the thought is good.
Those who have lost Paradise,
My poor stained and wounded flock,
Now My own Son pays the price
And the Key turns in the lock.
My poor stained and wounded flock,
Now My own Son pays the price
And the Key turns in the lock.
Son, there is a day to come
And Thy cry shakes Heaven that day,
While Thy Father's bowed in gloom;
Yet—I would not bid Thee stay.
And Thy cry shakes Heaven that day,
While Thy Father's bowed in gloom;
Yet—I would not bid Thee stay.
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