Lot Of Christ, The Poem by Ina D. Coolbrith

Lot Of Christ, The



His was the lowliest lot of all
That fell to mortal birth:
A Babe within a manager laid,
Nor gold nor treasure worth;
With feet to tread the path of pain,
But not the ways of mirth;
A cross to bear, the thorns to wear-
The King of all the earth!

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Ina D. Coolbrith

Ina D. Coolbrith

Nauvoo, Illinois (Josephine D. Smith)
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