Birds of a feather flock together,
Thus has is always been:
Crows flock with crows, and wrens flock with wrens:-
Like, is the nearest of kin.
Christ is the head of a new-born race;
Children of light are they:
Earth knows them not, and the world loves not; –
Darkness cares not for the day.
Christ is the light, and Christ the way,
Christ the salvation of men:
Once let the dreamers turn to the light,
True is their fellowship then.
Pray for the eyes fast blinded by night;
Hope for the straying feet:
Patiently teach them by word and by deed;
Patiently mercy entreat.
Swift speeds the time, another today,
Birds now with us are flown:
Thanks to our God will fill our hearts is
Seeds for a harvest we’ve sown.
Image above retrieved from:
William Holman Hunt [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons