A Christmas poem from George MacDonald:
“Mary’s Lullaby”
Babe Jesus lay in Mary’s lap;
The sun shone on his hair;
And this was how she saw, mayhap,
The crown already there.
For she sang, “Sleep on my little king;
Bad Herod does not come;
Before thee, sleeping, holy thing,
The wild winds would be dumb.
“For thou art king of men, my son.
Thy crown I see it plain;
And men shall worship thee, every one,
And cry, Glory! Amen.”
Babe Jesus opened his eyes so wide!
And Mary looked her Lord.
And Mary ended her song and sighed,
Babe Jesus never said a word.
