Classic Poem

Invested thus in garb of innocence,
Robed as the angels are who soar and sing,
We cast our yearning eyes to that sure time
When on Celestial Hills our happy feet
As in the lamb-like days of youth shall stray;
Oh, freed from all defilements, freed from sin,
And from sin's sequel, children once again,
In knowledge men , but in transgression babes;
Lamb of the happy springtime, 'twas from thee
The S INLESS took His title, — Lamb of God!