  Little Christ, little Christ, Sheltered there on Mary's breast, All Thy child-like purity Lightens life's obscurity, So I thank Thee For that ray of light confessed. Sweet Thy mother, Baby Christ, Sweet in woman's modesty; But to such an one as me I would choose to kneel to Thee, To Thy young simplicity, To Thy full divinity, Little Christ. Give me tears to keep me clean, Give me joyfulness serene, Steep me for futurity In Thy white-souled purity. For Thine innocence sufficed, Little Christ, little Christ, Vagrants like myself to bless, So I thank Thee For Thy perfect holiness, Little Christ. |
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