Poem by Katharine Lee Bates

The Least of These

THE wolf of want is howling
At doors no angel keeps.
Young Mary smiled on her Holy Child,
But many a mother weeps.
The Kings of the East brought treasures
Uncounted and unpriced.
Who bears a gift to arms that lift
A little famished Christ?

1. Children of the War
2. Tamlane
3. Lydd
4. In August
5. A Mountain Storm

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