HE came all so still
Where His mother was,
As dew in April
That falleth on the grass.
He came all so still
To His mother's bower,
As dew in April
That falleth on the flower.
He came all so still
Where His mother lay,
As dew in April
That falleth on the spray.
Mother and maiden
Was never none but she;
Well may such a lady
God's mother be.
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.
STAR high
Baby low:
'Twixt the two
Wise men go;
Find the baby,
Grasp the star
Heirs of all things
Near and far!
LITTLE one, who straight hast come
Down the heavenly stair,
Tell us all about your home,
And the father there."
"He is such a one as I
Like as like can be.
Do his will, and, by and by,
Home and him you'll see."
