And now he smiles, as if to say

"I am a Christian made this day;"

Now frighted clings to Nurse's hold,

Shrinking from the water cold,

Whose virtues, rightly understood,

Are, as Bethesda's waters, good.

Strange words—The World, The Flesh, The Devil—

Poor Babe, what can it know of evil?

But we must silently adore

Mysterious truths, and not explore.