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.