Poem October 25, 1958 Issue

ADVENT

Max Dunaway

Tender as starlight, tender and mild,
Resting upon their couch of hay,
Here are the mother and the child.

Safe now from all things harsh or wild,
Serene and beautiful are they,
Tender as starlight, tender and mild.

The shepherds see the undefiled,
And Wisemen bring their gifts to lay
Before the mother and the child.

Watching, they may have softly smiled
At mother and babe in the dawn of a day,
Tender as starlight, tender and mild.

Armies have marched and scoffers reviled,
Mocking the humble who dared say,
"Here are the mother and the child."

Yet scorners have been reconciled;
And iron hate dissolves away.
Tender as starlight, tender and mild,
Here are the mother and the child.

Max Dunaway

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