The Mountain Spring, and Other Poems

Christ might have called the angels down To bear him safe above, To shield his brow from sorrow's crown, From death's cold blight, and bitter frown, Had it not been for love.

"Oh, no, my lord, she cannot stay; Cast out this bond maid with her mocking child, For they cannot be heirs with thine and mine." Abraham was sad, for he had prayed, "O God, Tha...