When God was young and wandered through the

skies

Supreme and unadored, content to be

The only vessel on His starry sea,

He had no wish for sight of other eyes.

But, as the years flew by, He older grew,

And held less dear the loneliness He found,

When from some long-since reign He caught the

sound

Of play-mate deities, whom once He knew.

Half-heedlessly He stooped toward a star

And kissed its silver lips, when forth there came

A little god, in speech like to those same

Dear children whom in sleep He heard afar.

The Father God pulsated through His heart,

He cried, "O Child, my little son thou art."