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Title: God's Gifts
Author: Adelaide Anne Procter [
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God gave a gift to Earth:- a child,
Weak, innocent, and undefiled,
Opened its ignorant eyes and smiled.
It lay so helpless, so forlorn,
Earth took it coldly and in scorn,
Cursing the day when it was born.
She gave it first a tarnished name,
For heritage, a tainted fame,
Then cradled it in want and shame.
All influence of Good or Right,
All ray of God's most holy light,
She curtained closely from its sight.
Then turned her heart, her eyes away,
Ready to look again, the day
Its little feet began to stray.
In dens of guilt the baby played,
Where sin, and sin alone, was made
The law that all around obeyed.
With ready and obedient care,
He learnt the tasks they taught him there;
Black sin for lesson--oaths for prayer.
Then Earth arose, and, in her might,
To vindicate her injured right,
Thrust him in deeper depths of night.
Branding him with a deeper brand
Of shame, he could not understand,
The felon outcast of the land.
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God gave a gift to Earth:- a child,
Weak, innocent, and undefiled,
Opened its ignorant eyes and smiled.
And Earth received the gift, and cried
Her joy and triumph far and wide,
Till echo answered to her pride.
She blest the hour when first he came
To take the crown of pride and fame,
Wreathed through long ages for his name.
Then bent her utmost art and skill
To train the supple mind and will,
And guard it from a breath of ill.
She strewed his morning path with flowers,
And Love, in tender dropping showers,
Nourished the blue and dawning hours.
She shed, in rainbow hues of light,
A halo round the Good and Right,
To tempt and charm the baby's sight.
And every step, of work or play.
Was lit by some such dazzling ray,
Till morning brightened into day.
And then the World arose, and said--
Let added honours now be shed
On such a noble heart and head!
O World, both gifts were pure and bright,
Holy and sacred in God's sight:-
God will judge them and thee aright!
[The end]
Adelaide Anne Procter's poem: God's Gifts
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