Sonnet XLIV. The Finding Let not this grief across her face invade, Dear God! Thou madest these my one true care! Not Egypt, where we hid Him and He played, Could fade her brightness with its desert glare. But where? With other children? Hurt? Oh, no! God, give me strength! Has Herod won at last? Destroy me, lest the Virgin sense my woe! Oh, let us find Him! Hasten, hasten fast! Impossible! Yet... could my eyes deceive? That distant figure in the Temple’s light... Among the Doctors, dost thou not perceive? I kneel before my God and bless His might! For, I forget—the Infant’s now a boy. For, I forget—my sorrows are my joy. From Sonnets for Christ the King Joseph Charles MacKenzie is the first and last American to win First Place in the Long Poem Section of the Scottish International Poetry Competition, Henry M. Austin Poetry Prize.