  The beautiful mother is bending Low where her baby lies, Helpless and frail, for her tending; But she knows the glorious eyes. The mother smiles and rejoices While the baby laughs in the hay; She listens to heavenly voices: “The child shall be king, one day.” O dear little Christ in the manger, Let me make merry with thee. O King, in my hour of danger, Wilt thou be strong for me? From “The Poems of Sophie Jewett.” Included by permission of the Thomas Y. Crowell Company. |
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