Went the pang of joy and the pang of life.

"We two are two alone," said she,
"And we are two who should be three;
Now who will clothe my baby fair
In the little garments that babies wear?"

There came two angels with quiet wings
And hands that were full of baby things;
And the new-born child was bathed and dressed
And laid again on his mother's breast.

"Now who will sign on his brow the mark
To keep him safe from the Powers of the Dark?
Who will my baby's sponsor be?"
"I, the Lord God, who died for thee."

"Now who will comfort him if he cry;
And who will suckle him by and bye?
For my hands are cold and my breasts are dry,
And I think that my time has come to die."

"I will dandle thy son as a mother may;
And his lips shall lie where my own Son's lay.
Come, dear little one, come to me;
The Mother of God shall suckle thee."

Mary of Magdala laughed and sighed;
"I never deserved a child," she cried.
"Dear God, I am ready to go to hell,