A Christmas Carol

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A Christmas Carol

Babe Jesus lay in Mary’s lap,

The sun shone in his hair;

And this was how she saw, mayhap,

The crown already there.

For she sang: “Sleep on, my little king;

Bad Herod dares not come;

Before thee sleeping, holy thing,

The wild winds would be dumb.”

“I kiss thy hands, I kiss thy feet,

My child, so long desired;

Thy hands will never be soiled, my sweet;

Thy feet will never be tired.”

“For thou art the king of men, my son;

Thy crown I see it plain!

And men shall worship thee, every one,

And cry, Glory! Amen!”

Babe Jesus he opened his eyes wide⁠—

At Mary looked her lord.

Mother Mary stinted her song and sighed;

Babe Jesus said never a word.