Poems (Storrie)/A Newborn Infant
A Newborn Infant
Hush! draw thy breath slowly, This moment is holy, Touched with a splendour beyond human ken; For through this small portal A spirit immortal Pure and untainted descends among men.
Oh! sweet incarnation! Oh! flower of creation! Oh innocent flame of new life undefiled, On earth's poor breast falling Her lost youth recalling Oh! hope of humanity, soul of a child.
This lamp freshly lighted By some power ignited, This spark from some luminant out of our sight, Hath surely some message, Some hint or some presage To flash on the gloom of our ignorant night.
Oh! spirit arrested In flesh manifested Not vainly thou comest from far as a sign. Though doubt may decry it And Science deny it, We know that we see in thee something divine.