Untitled by Mrs. B. F. Thomas

Of thee, the sainted Shepherd,

Far out in Judah’s wild;

Messiah’s young forerunner,

The God-anointed child!

How shall we tell the rapture,

That dwells upon thy face;

Or paint, in earthly language,

Its mild, seraphic grace?

Thine was the lofty mission

To bear thro’ night Judea’s land,

The world-entrancing tidings,

A Saviour was at hand!

& from thy youthful presence,

There gleamed such light & love,

That, like cherubic music,

It bore the soul above!