Author John Banister Tabb When Christ the Babe was born, Full many a little lamb Upon the wintry hills forlorn Was nestled near its dam; And, waking or asleep, Upon His mother's breast, For love of her, each mother-sheep And baby-lamb He blessed. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 2.5 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments