O Carpenter of Nazareth, Whose mother was a village maid, Shall we, Thy children, blow our breath In scorn on any humble trade? Have pity on our fool… - Joyce Kilmer

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O Carpenter of Nazareth, Whose mother was a village maid, Shall we, Thy children, blow our breath In scorn on any humble trade? Have pity on our foolishness And give us eyes, that we may see Beneath the shopman's clumsy dress The splendor of humanity!

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About Joyce Kilmer

Alfred Joyce Kilmer (6 December 1886 – 30 July 1918) was an American journalist and poet.

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