Classic Poem

The delicate Bambino slept and stirred,
In thy strong arms reposing, poor and weak;
Against thy knee his tongue began to speak
Who spoke stupendously, the living Word;

Whose very voice, Saint Joseph, thou hast heard
In earthly speech like that of those who seek
Thy intercession, praying to be meek
As thou wast meek, above all men preferred.

Heaven makes room for thee, thou chosen man.
Still mayst thou stand astounded at the grace
Which gave thy lowliness so great a place:

The church has not a stouter pillar than
Thyself on which to lean and be secure,
Thou faithful on, thou silent one, thou pure!