Poems (Kimball)/The Holy Child

by Harriet McEwen Kimball

THE HOLY CHILD.

ARE you thinking, dear child,
Of Jesus the Lord when He was a Child,
And blessed Mary the Mother mild
 With heart love-troubled and eyes intent
 So tenderly watched Him as He went,
 Beyond all innocence innocent,
 On holy and unguessed errands bent?

Are you dreaming, dear child,
Of the heavenly mien of that Wonderful Child;
The look He wore when He spake or smiled;
 The healing balm of His touch and tear;
 The sweet voice, marvel to every ear,
 That drew all the children far and near
 (Because it was Love's and love is dear)?

Are you longing, dear child,
To be like the Lord when He was a Child?
Remember: the Christ-Boy undefiled,
 So meek and lowly, so reverent,
 Yet filling the wise with wonderment,
 And crowned with all favor as He went,
 Was, first and last, obedient.