Fraternity-Testvériség, 1966 (44. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)

1966-12-01 / 12. szám

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FRATERNITY

MY DREAM

I dreamed I saw Christ come again Across the snowy Christmas plain,

With gifts and blessings in His hand For every heart in every land;

But He brought not a painted toy,

Some little superficial joy,

A dole a moment’s need to cure,

A Christmas dinner for the poor.

He brought to all men everywhere The right to do, the right to share,

The right to think, the right to learn,

The right to labor and to earn,

Courage to walk with head erect.

In peace of mind and self-respect.

The right to face life unafraid.

Oh, what a Christmas Hay it made.

ILION T. JONES

THAT HOLY THING

They were all looking for a king

To slay their foes and lift them high; Thou cam’st, a little baby thing That made a woman cry.

0 Son of Man, to right my lot

Naught but Thy presence can avail;

Yet on the road Thy wheels are not,

Nor on the sea Thy sail!

My how or why Thou wilt not heed,

But come down Thine own secret stair, That Thou mayst answer all my need;

Yea, every bygone prayer.

GEORGE MacDONALD