The Child is rocked on Mary's knee, <br />Cold in the stall this bitter night, <br />And 'Lullalay-loo,' soft singeth she, <br />'My little Boy and Heaven's Delight!' <br />When singing stars went up the sky <br />The Prince of Peace oped a sweet eye. <br /> <br />His Highness now how small He lies! <br />He to be God and Very God! <br />A Jacob's ladder spans the skies <br />Whereof each rung is angel-trod, <br />And all their carols are of Peace, <br />Though the sick world hath little ease. <br /> <br />Come in, poor war-worn folk, and rest; <br />Kneel where the sinless creatures kneel; <br />The Babe snugged warm in Mother's breast, <br />He is your Wound-Wort, your All-Heal <br />Balsam for hurts that throb and smart, <br />Small Rose of Love on Mary's heart. <br /> <br />Shut close within His hand so small <br />The sick heart's medicine; not a sword. <br />Come in, come in, sad people all, <br />Here is your ancient peace restored! <br />'Lullalay-loo,' sings Mary mild, <br />Kissing her God, her Lamb, her Child.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-birth-night-song/
