To Thy full divinity,

Little Christ.

Give me tears to keep me clean,

Give me joyfulness serene,

Steep me for futurity

In Thy white-souled purity.

For Thine innocence sufficed,

Little Christ, little Christ,

Vagrants like myself to bless,

So I thank Thee

For Thy perfect holiness,

Little Christ.

[Pg 30]

[Pg 30]

A Vision of a Day that is Past

The sky hung smooth o'er the line of hill

That shadowed the valley that seemed so still,

And the blackbird whistled his love notes shrill.

The church lay dreaming of God, and when

The bodies should rise from her graveyard pen

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