Poems (Angier)/Natal Song
NATAL SONG.
Darkened the chamber, softly they tread,Faces bend anxiously over the bed;Mute are kind voices, yet trembles the airWith Hope's gentle whisper and Love's murmured prayer.
Parted the curtains, joyous the tread,Faces bend smilingly over the bed,Gone is all fear, dried is the tearFrom the young mother's cheek, for baby is here.
Joy, joy, to the home where these young darlings come,Be thornless the path where their tiny feet roam;To each little stranger let welcome be given.For "Of such," One hath said, "is the kingdom of heaven."