English poem
The High Things
by John Oxenham
The Greatest Day that ever dawned,-- It was a Winter's Morn.
The Finest Temple ever built Was a Shed where a Babe was born.
The Sweetest Robes by woman wrought Were the Swaths by the Baby worn.
And the Fairest Hair the world has seen, --Those Locks that were never shorn.
The Noblest Crown man ever wore,-- It was the Plaited Thorn.
The Grandest Death man ever died,-- It was the Death of Scorn.
The Sorest Grief by woman known Was the Mother-Maid's forlorn.
The Deepest Sorrows e'er endured Were by The Outcast borne.
The Truest Heart the world e'er broke Was the Heart by man's sins torn.