No Sudden Thing

(Found here)

No sudden thing of glory and fear

Was the Lord’s coming; but the dear

   Slow nature’s days followed each other

   To form the Saviour from His mother—

One of the children of the year.

The earth, the rain, received the trust,—

The sun and dews, to frame the Just.

   He drew His daily life from these

   According to His own decrees,

Who makes man from the fertile dust.

Sweet summer and the winter wild,

These brought Him forth, the undefiled.

   The happy springs renewed again

   His daily bread, the growing grain,

The food and raiment of the child.

~Alice Meynell