POETRY.

White Ribbon, Volume 5, Issue 54, 1 December 1899, Page 5

POETRY.

By Katherine Lknte Stevenson

A Christmas Song.

Oh, Thou who, with toil-hardened hands Taught men who toiled the worth of life, Teach us to-day ; lot our souls hear Thy words ring clearly o’er our strife. Speak once again: Life’s more than meat, The body more than raiment fair; The soul of service unto man Is more than creed, or psalm, or prayer.” So much we have forgotten, Lord, We rear vast domes unto Thy name; W** build our Church walls broad and high, They hide, from us, our deoj>cst shame. Daily, O Christ. Thou’rt crucifiied— We fix the nails and point the spear ; Wherever wrong is done to man, Oh, man’s own Van, Thou rt needed there. And yet, again, we hear Thee say : “ Father, they know not what they do.” Oh, heart of pity, infinite, Forgive us that these words are true. Open our eyes, that we may see; Unstop our ears,that we may hear; Quicken our soul’s sense, till it grasps The scope of Thy life’s purpose here ! Then fill us with Toy lore’s own might, * Peace and good will,” help us to hr ng; Anew incarnated, O Christ, Thy Christinas song may all earth sing.