Babe Jesus lay in Mary's lap, <br />The sun shone in his hair; <br />And this was how she saw, mayhap, <br />The crown already there. <br /> <br />For she sang: 'Sleep on, my little king; <br />Bad Herod dares not come; <br />Before thee sleeping, holy thing, <br />The wild winds would be dumb.' <br /> <br />'I kiss thy hands, I kiss thy feet, <br />My child, so long desired; <br />Thy hands will never be soiled, my sweet; <br />Thy feet will never be tired.' <br /> <br />'For thou art the king of men, my son; <br />Thy crown I see it plain! <br />And men shall worship thee, every one, <br />And cry, Glory! Amen!' <br /> <br />Babe Jesus he opened his eyes wide- <br />At Mary looked her lord. <br />Mother Mary stinted her song and sighed; <br />Babe Jesus said never a word.<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-christmas-carol-8/
