Read "The White Cliffs" by Alice Duer Miller online for free on Textopian. Full text with search, annotations, highlights, and AI-powered reading aids.
Out of the dark, and dearth Of happiness on earth, Out of a world inured to death and pain; On a fair spring morn To me a son was born, And hope was born--the future lived again. To me a son was born, The lonely hard forlorn Travail was, as the Bible tells, forgot. How old, how commonplace To look upon the face Of your first-born, and glory in your lot.
To look upon his face And understand your place Among the unknown dead in churchyards lying, To see the reason why You lived and why you die-- Even to find a certain grace in dying.