Iii: The Nativity Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Iii: The Nativity



So small that lesser lowliness
Must bow to worship or caress:
So great that heaven itself to know
Love's majesty must look below.

Unto you is born this day, in the city of David, a Saviour, who is Christ the Lord.


Luke ii, 11.

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