A child is born | ||
A CHILD IS BORN
Thou art ours, thou knowest, O God,
that thou art ours,
Seeing that we found thee
and gave thee heav'nly gifts—
The kingdom the pow'r and
the glory of loving,
The life beyond the shadows
of Time and of Death.
that thou art ours,
Seeing that we found thee
and gave thee heav'nly gifts—
The kingdom the pow'r and
the glory of loving,
The life beyond the shadows
of Time and of Death.
Only one gift we gave thee not—
we could not give
That imagination
of the thoughts of thy heart,
By which, through the portal
of our one loveliness
Thou enterest our life,
a little son of man.
we could not give
That imagination
of the thoughts of thy heart,
By which, through the portal
of our one loveliness
Thou enterest our life,
a little son of man.
HENRY NEWBOLT
A child is born | ||