Classic Poem

I

The R HYME

Fair Babe, I bless thee who thou art,
God and His Kingdom's counterpart.

I worship, laud, and magnify thee,
and, Holy! Holy! cry thee.

Hereafter, as old rhyme hath sung,
Thou'lt taste both joy and sorrow among .
And, last, translated with his Saints,
Thou'lt live in Him who in thee paints
His own divine delineaments,
The Idol of our earthly sense.

II.

The R IDDLE

Love only, of all things preserves the good
In happiness of circumstance.
The knowledge of deep causes understood
Is Law of our obeisance.
They cannot love, who know not clearly.
They cannot know, who love not dearly.