By the hand of a child I am led to the throne of the King
For a touch that now fevers me not is forgotten and far,
And His infinite sceptred hands that sway us can bring
Me in dreams from the laugh of a child to the song of a star.
On the laugh of a child I am borne to the joy of the King.
THE MAN TO THE ANGEL
I have wept a million tears:
Pure and proud one, where are thine,
What the gain though all thy years