With ermined pain that wrapped Him all about,
Deep in His hands the orb and sceptre nails,
Quite gone the Shadow of the primal sin
And, on His brow, fulfilled the ancient pledge
Of Earth’s Redemption.
THE CHILD’S WISH GRANTED
By George Parsons Lathrop
Do you remember, my sweet, absent son,
How in the soft June days forever done
You loved the heavens so warm and clear and high;