Classic Poem

He lit the lily's lamp of snow
And fired the rose's sunset heart,
He timed the light's long ebb and flow
And drove the coursing winds-apart.

He gathered armfuls of the dew
And shook it over earth again,
He spread the heaven's cloth of blue
And topped the fields with plenteous grain.

He tuned the stars to minstrelsy
As twilight soft, as bird song wild,
Who learned beside His Mother's knee
His prayers like any other child.