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.
