" Thou must be born again! " O thou whose voice
In thunder tones would visit all the earth,
In lightning words would preach this heavenly birth,
So men may weep where most they should rejoice,
Go thou to Bethlehem, and see the child
New born, beneath its mother's beaming smile, —
Look at thine own, and ponder there the while
It laughs, for life alone exulting wild!

That child, it has no memory of wrong;
That child, it fears not coming days of woe;
That child, it knows not that days come and go;
That child knows not that hours are short or long!
Better than thou to careworn, anxious men,
That careless child will preach the " to be born again. "