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. Tom Thumbe
2. The Sunset, Woven of Soft Lights
3. When Lincoln Died
4. A Mountain Storm
5. Santa's Stocking

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