GIVE heed unto this little lad For great is he, our God's own shrine, A light, ere earthly vesture clad, That shone in heaven's own hyaline. Bestowed by God for us on earth Out of his endless treasuring, God's wisdom shineth in his mirth, His kiss bespeaks God's pardoning. His soft light beams upon us all, Alas! Joy is his rightful path; An-hungered, angel tears down fall; A-cold, all heaven thrills with wrath. If sinless ones have want for dower, Man's shameful sin's arraigned thereby; He holds the angels in his power. What thunder hurtles terribly When God doth find them here sore hurt Within the darkness of our day, Who sent them to us wing-begirt, And finds them ragged in array! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHITE WITCH by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 2 by JAMES JOYCE THE JAIN BIRD HOSPITAL IN DELHI by WILLIAM MEREDITH BURNING DAWN by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH ONE FAVORED ACORN by ROBERT FROST THE POET SPEAKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO EMILIE BIGELOW HAPGOOD - PHILANTHROPIST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |