{"collection":"time","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/time/50x/50x18.htm","path":"time/50x/50x18.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/time/50x/50x18.htm","text":"Fifty Christmas Poems for Children, by Florence B. Hyett, [1923]\nTHE Kings to the Stable\n They brought sweet spice,\n The gold and the silver,\n And jewels of price.\n But the Dove by the manger\n She would not cease\n Mourning so softly:\n Bring Him Peace; bring Him Peace!\n The Kings from the Orient\n Brought nard and clove.\n The Dove went mourning:\n Bring Him Love; Bring Him Love.\n What would content Him\n In silver and gold,--\n A new-born Baby\n But one hour old?\n Not myrrh shall please Him\n Nor the ambergris,\n What hath sweet savour\n Of His mother's kiss?\n There is clash of battle,\n And men hate and slay:\n From the noise and the tumult\n She hides Him away.\n But His sleep is fitful\n In His Mother's breast,\n The Dove goes mourning:\n Give Him rest; give Him rest!\n--KATHARINE TYNAN","title":"Fifty Christmas Poems for Children: A Song For The Season","type":"page"}