TO conquer and to save, the Son of God Came to His own in great humility, Who wont to ride on cherub-wings abroad, And round Him wrap the mantle of the sky. The mountains bent their necks to form His road; The clouds dropt down their fatness from on high; Beneath His feet the wild waves softly flow'd, And the wind kiss'd His garment tremblingly! The grave unbolted half his grisly door, (For darkness and the deep had heard His fame, Nor longer might their ancient rule endure;) The mightiest of mankind stood hush'd and tame: And, trooping on strong wing, His angels came To work His will, and kingdom to secure: No strength He needed save His Father's name; Babes were His heralds, and His friends the poor. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DANCERS by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY IN THE HOLY NATIVITY [OF OUR LORD GOD]; AS SUNG BY SHEPHERDS by RICHARD CRASHAW THE FLOWER OF BEAUTY by GEORGE DARLEY THE BOY AND THE BROOK by LEO ALISHAN THE FARMERS OUTLAW WEEDS by VINCENT GODFREY BURNS BURIED CITIES; FATHER CHARLES by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER THE DIVINE MISSION by ALFRED GIBBS CAMPBELL |