Page:The poems of Richard Watson Gilder, Gilder, 1908.djvu/246

218 See how the level rays

Through the white garments pour

Of the holy child, who stands,

With bending brow, to implore

Grace on the toilers' store;

O, see those sinless hands!

Behold, the Christ-child prays!

Wait, wait, ye lingering rays,

Stand still, O Earth and Sun,

Draw near, thou Soul of God—

This is the suffering one!

Already the way is begun

The piercèd Savior trod;

And now the Christ-child prays,

The holy Christ-child prays.

A CHILD

TWO VALLEYS

, 't is a glorious sight,

This valley, that mountain hight.

The river plunges and roars

Like the loud sea on its shores