Religion
The Font
From The Poetical Works (1899)
Religion
Raise ye the sacred hand ! and proudly shower
The rain of God upon the mortal flower !
Lo ! One unseen shall in those waters blend,
And with a breathing dove's fond wing descend.
Suffer the little child ! the wide, wide earth
Shall yield no happier hour for heavenly birth ;
What fairer shrine can woo the God to rest
Than the meek altar of that infant breast ?
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Hawker, Robert Stephen. “The Font.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/hawker_rs/53/.
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Hawker, Robert Stephen. “The Font.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/hawker_rs/53/.
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