The Babe To The Gift-Bearer Poem by John Bannister Tabb

The Babe To The Gift-Bearer



I cannot hold within My hands
Thy gift, but here My mother stands
To take it as My own.
It is thro' her I come to thee,
And now our go-between is she
Till I am older grown.

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