Classic Poem

Babe Jesus lay in Mary's lap;
The sun shone on His hair;
And this is 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 shall never be soiled, my sweet,
Thy feet shall 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 opened his eyes so wide!
At Mary looked her Lord.
And Mary stinted her song and sighed.
Babe Jesus said never a word.