Jesus of Nazareth

So gentle was his touch, so kind his eye—No fragile loveliness could pass him by,Nor shrink affrighted from his waiting hand,Lest, seeing, he should fail to understand.

The secret of the heart—the wistful word—Were known to him, for it was love that heard.And to a little child his message rings,Enfolding tenderly all fledgling wings.

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