And no more is God a Stranger:
He comes as Common Man at home with cart and crookèd yoke.
As the shadow of a cedar
To a traveller in gray Kedar
Will be the kingdom of His love, the kingdom without end.
Tongues and Ages may disclaim Him,
Yet the Heaven of heavens will name Him
Lord of peoples, Light of nations, elder Brother, tender Friend.
The Prince of Whim
Borne on like a bubble