Charles Lamb - The Christening

Charles Lamb - The Christening

Arrayed-a half angelic sight- br In nests of pure baptismal white, br The mother to the font doth bring br The little, helpless, nameless thing, br With hushes soft, and mild caressing, br At once to get-a name and blessing! br Close to the babe the priest doth stand, br The sacred water at his hand, br That must assoil the soul within br From every stain of Adam's sin. br The Infant eyes the mystic scenes, br Nor knows what all this wonder means; br And now he smiles, as if to say, br 'I am a Christian made to-day;' br Now, frighted, clings to nurse's hold, br Shrinking from the water cold, br Whose virtues, rightly understood, br Are, as Bethesda's waters, good- br Strange words! 'The World, the Flesh, the Devil.' br Poor Babe, what can it know of evil? br But we must silently adore br Mysterious truths, and not explore. br Enough for him, in after times, br When he shall read these artless rhymes, br If, looking back upon this day, br With easy conscience he can say- br 'I have in part redeemed the pledge br Of my baptismal privilege br And vow, and more will strive to flee br All that my sponsors kind renounced for me.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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