The gray and shrunken face of avarice lifted itself toward the skies, and lo! glorified the countenance became!
The face of bloated folly, the weakness of vanity, the vileness of ingratitude, the stubbornness of unbelief in that hour were unknown to man.
A joy, unfelt before, on all the earth did reign, a joy that even yet doth thrill through hearts of life, for the child that was God, and the God that was child, had come on earth to live with man.
CHAPTER VI.
And the child that was the Lord spoke to the mother in the hour of His coming as the Sovereign of all Sovereignty would speak:
"Say unto him, Vāsudeva, thy husband, to transport me to where the wife of the King Nanda doth lie, who but now giveth birth to a daughter.
"Pass through the gates; the chains shall be loosened, the keepers asleep at their posts.
"The warring waters of the Jumnā a path shall make for him to pass with Me in his arms. The gates of the palace on the banks of the river wide open shall stand, and the mother asleep in her chamber shall be.
"Put Me on her breast, and bear away the daughter that to her is born. And when the prince shall ask Vāsudeva for the eighth child that is born unto thee, do thou deliver the daughter of Yasodā unto him."
Thus spake the Lord, and a helpless child He became.