“One of the Least of These, My Little One”

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“One of the Least of These, My Little One”

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!