W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895.
The Childhood of Christ
Anna H. DruryW
That Sabbath morn in Paradise,
When man before his Father stood,
And God beheld that all was good—
Returned her Maker’s smile again,
And over all created things
Lingered the Spirit’s brooding Wings—
Beyond all mortal skill to paint,
So calm in growing strength serene,
The Holy Childhood must have been.
Where all things lovely bloomed and grew,
Where knowledge both of good and ill,
But left the heart more holy still.
The veil that shrouds Christ’s early days,
Each wondrous Act, each Word sublime
That beautified that glorious Prime.
Contain the whole we know of it;
And where the eye of faith may see
The lowly Home of Galilee,
He grew in Wisdom, and in Might;
The path of meek obedience trod,
In favour both with man and God.
The meaning which those Words convey;
Or trace the deep mysterious line
Between the Human and Divine?
Was that of Mind and Body both,
Until the Perfect Childhood passed
Into the Perfect Man at last.
A Glory o’er those years hath thrown,
Revealing to His Mother’s Soul
A Realm beyond her Love’s control.
And treasured every sacred Word,
And all His Church from age to age,
Who read them in the Gospel page.
Was that great Work for which He came,
And far beyond all earthly tie,
The Sonship of His Deity.
His Presence for a while be lost,
And on Life’s crowded road they find
That they have left their Lord behind.
And seek Him through His Means of Grace
Who, in His Father’s House of Prayer,
Still doth His Work of Mercy there.