Merry, merry we well may be, <br />For Jesus Christ is come down to see: <br />Long before, at the top of the stair, <br />He set our angels a waiting there, <br />Waiting hither and thither to fly, <br />Tending the children of the sky, <br />Lest they dash little feet against big stones, <br />And tumble down and break little bones; <br />For the path is rough, and we must not roam; <br />We have learned to walk, and must follow him home!<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-of-the-innocents/
