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.