[Written for the Sentinel]

The Nazarene

He told us everything he could About the lilies, and the way The shepherds carry home the lambs Within their arms at close of day; How we within our Shepherd's fold Are ever safely housed and fed, And all who walk with tender Love Like little lambs are gently led. E'en as a hen beneath her wings Shelters her tiny trembling brood, He would have gathered in his arms The world had they but understood. He spoke to all the humble folk And told them just such lovely things,— Of how the Father guards and guides Even the sparrow's drooping wings. He told them of a son who left His home and wandered hungering, And who on turning back had met Such joy and happy welcoming. He told them Love is ever Love, And falls on all like gentle rain; He told them everything he could, Then turned and blessed, and blessed again.

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