<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="" class="head">The Little Brothers</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">God</span> the Son in Paradise,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Being young, looked down to see</p><p class="line">Sons of God in earth's disguise:</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Are not these my brothers? said He.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Though they stray so far, He said,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">From My Father's purpose kind,</p><p class="line">His bright image overlaid</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Mirrors now no more His mind.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">All these children, brothers all,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Heirs to Heaven as it was meant;</p><p class="line">Shall their Brother see them thrall</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">While His Heaven holds Him content?</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Take My orb and diadem!</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">I am weary of My throne:</p><p class="line">Let Me be as one of them,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Their own brother, yea, their own.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Let Me be of woman born,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Just as weak, as frail as these;</p><p class="line">Subject to their shame and scorn,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Solaces and agonies.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Take Humanity for wear,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Put on Sorrow for a dress;</p><p class="line">Know the piteous things they bear-</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Poverty and loneliness.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">God the Father, Whom His Son</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Pleases well, in fatherhood</p><p class="line">Smiled upon His only One:</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Go, dear Son: the thought is good.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Those who have lost Paradise,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">My poor stained and wounded flock,</p><p class="line">Now My own Son pays the price</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">And the Key turns in the lock.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Son, there is a day to come</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">And Thy cry shakes Heaven that day,</p><p class="line">While Thy Father's bowed in gloom;</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Yet-I would not bid Thee stay.</p></div></body></html> · Great War