TO
MY MOTHER

Light of the world, the world is dark about Thee;
Far out on Judah's hills the night is deep.
Not yet the day is come when men shall doubt Thee,
Not yet the hour when Thou must wake and weep;
O little one, O Lord of Glory, sleep!
Love of all heaven, love's arms are folded round Thee,
Love's heart shall be the pillow for Thy cheek.
Not yet the hour has come when hate shall wound Thee,
Not yet for shelter vainly must Thou seek.
Rest, little one, so mighty and so weak.
Lie still and rest, Thou Rest of earth and heaven;
Rest, little hands—our Hope of bliss ye keep;
Rest, little heart—one day shalt Thou be riven;
O newborn Life, O Life eternal, sleep!
Far out on Judah's hills the night is deep.

Contents

I.Naomi's Garden[1]
II.One Sabbath[20]
III.The Trip to Jerusalem[37]
IV.In the Dark[60]
V.All the World Comes Visiting[73]
VI.The Shepherds[88]
VII.In a Manger[101]
VIII.The Light of the World[116]