THE HIGH THINGS

The Greatest Day that ever dawned,—

It was a Winter's Morn.

The Finest Temple ever built

Was a Shed where a Babe was born.

The Sweetest Robes by woman wrought

Were the Swaths by the Baby worn.

And the Fairest Hair the world has seen,

— Those Locks that were never shorn.

The Noblest Crown man ever wore,—

It was the Plaited Thorn.

The Grandest Death man ever died,—

It was the Death of Scorn.

The Sorest Grief by woman known

Was the Mother-Maid's forlorn.

The Deepest Sorrows e'er endured

Were by The Outcast borne.

The Truest Heart the world e'er broke

Was the Heart by man's sins torn.