Classic Poem

" It's queer, " she said, " I see the light
As plain as I beheld it then,
All silver-like and calm and bright —
We've not had stars like that again!

" And she was such a gentle thing
To birth a baby in the cold.
The barn was dark and frightening —
This new one's better than the old.

" I mind my eyes were full of tears,
For I was young, and quick distressed,
But she was less than me in years
That held a son against her breast.

" I never saw a sweeter child —
The little one, the darling one! —
I mind I told her, when he smiled
You'd know he was his mother's son.

" It's queer that I should see them so —
The time they came to Bethlehem
Was more than thirty years ago;
I've prayed that all is well with them. "