POETRY.
Oh, Infant Jesus, meek and mild, From 'mid the glory and the rays Look on a little child.
As one child to Another may, He talks without a thought of fear, Commending to a Child to-day All that a child holds dear :— His father, mother, brother, nurse, His cat, his dog, his bird, his toys, Things that make up the universe Of darling girls and boys.
All sheep and horses, lambs and cows, He counts them o'er, a motley crew, And children in the neighbour's house, And all the people too.
His friends, why all the world's his friend, This four-years darling, golden-curled. 'Tis long before it has an end, The bede-roll of his world.
A child lifts up his little hands Unto a Child; and it may be The Host of Heaven at gazing stands That tender sight to see.
KATHARINE! TYNAN.
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