No room for one tiny infant
In that city of churches fair,—
But the Father hath "many mansions"
And room for the baby there!
EVAN MACCOLL
THE CHILD OF PROMISE
SHE died—as die the roses
On the ruddy clouds of dawn,
No room for one tiny infant
In that city of churches fair,—
But the Father hath "many mansions"
And room for the baby there!
SHE died—as die the roses
On the ruddy clouds of dawn,