A Christmas Carol

The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap,

     His hair was like a light.

(O weary, weary were the world,

     But here is all aright.)

The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast,

     His hair was like a star.

(O stern and cunning are the kings,

     But here the true hearts are.)

The Christ-child lay on Mary's heart,

     His hair was like a fire.

(O weary, weary is the world,

     But here the world's desire.)

The Christ-child stood at Mary's knee,

     His hair was like a crown.

And all the flowers looked up at Him,

     And all the stars looked down.