The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap, <br />His hair was like a light. <br />(O weary, weary were the world, <br />But here is all aright.) <br /> <br />The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast, <br />His hair was like a star. <br />(O stern and cunning are the kings, <br />But here the true hearts are.) <br /> <br />The Christ-child lay on Mary's heart, <br />His hair was like a fire. <br />(O weary, weary is the world, <br />But here the world's desire.) <br /> <br />The Christ-child stood at Mary's knee, <br />His hair was like a crown. <br />And all the flowers looked up at Him, <br />And all the stars looked down.<br /><br />Gilbert Keith Chesterton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-christmas-carol-3/
