But 10, the Star! And wise men from the gates of morning dew! And then I gazed into the liquid eyes of Mary's Child. The Cherub of the Haloed Head looked in my face and smiled, And all my bitter hate was changed to loving sympathy, My enemies became my friends. Oh, I could not condemn! For, having caught the love divine, I loved the souls of men. I was a bigot, great and high, garbed in a robe of pride, I boasted of my power; that I could fight and conquer fear.~ With self-sufficiency, I bragged of having not a peer. But, 10! I followed where He led, up Olive's Mountain wide, I listened to a pleading voice in lone Gethsemane, My Father, if it be Thy will, remove this cup from me! And then my cloak of pride slipped off and fell upon the ground, And I was humble; just a child; with tender sympathy, And all who faltered by the way, henceforth were kin to me. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.