The Creator on Mary's Lap
By him, for him were all things made,
Who once on Mary's lap was laid:
The mighty orbs that sweep through space,
Far as the keenest eye can trace,
By his controlling hand are swayed.
The lilies in a leafy shade
That bloom their little hour and fade,
Are crowned with sweetness and with grace
By him, for him.
He who in human garb arrayed,
Once toiled on earth and wept and prayed,
Gave to each shining star its place,
Bade every blossom lift its face—
Their differing glories all displayed
By him, for him.
Who once on Mary's lap was laid:
The mighty orbs that sweep through space,
Far as the keenest eye can trace,
By his controlling hand are swayed.
The lilies in a leafy shade
That bloom their little hour and fade,
Are crowned with sweetness and with grace
By him, for him.
He who in human garb arrayed,
Once toiled on earth and wept and prayed,
Gave to each shining star its place,
Bade every blossom lift its face—
Their differing glories all displayed
By him, for him.
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