The infant eyes look out amazed upon the frowning earth, A stranger, in a land now strange, child of the mantled-birth; Waxing, he wonders more and more; the scowling grows apace; A world, behind its barring doors, reviles his ebon face: Yet from this maelstrom issues forth a God-like entity, That loves a world all loveless, and smiles on Calvary! |