Classic Poem

On Christmas night at Bethlehem
When Shepherds came, I watched with them
The Mother and the Child,
Who, warned from Herod's wrath to flee,
Were into Egypt borne by me,
Beyond the desert wild.

And back again, at Herod's death,
I brought them home to Nazareth;
And when unto His own,
With loud Hosannas to His Name
As King the Son of David came,
My shoulders were His throne.