{"collection":"time","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/time/50x/50x23.htm","path":"time/50x/50x23.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/time/50x/50x23.htm","text":"Fifty Christmas Poems for Children, by Florence B. Hyett, [1923]\nBEHOLD a silly tender Babe,\n In freezing winter night,\n In homely manger trembling lies\n Alas! a piteous sight.\nThe inns are full, no man will yield\n This little Pilgrim bed;\n But forced He is with silly beasts\n In crib to shroud His head.\nDespise Him not for lying there,\n First what He is inquire;\n An orient pearl is often found\n In depth of dirty mire.\nWeigh not His crib, His wooden dish,\n Nor beasts that by Him feed;\n Weigh not His mother's poor attire,\n Nor Joseph's simple weed.\nThis stable is a prince's court,\n This crib His chair of state;\n The beasts are parcel of His pomp,\n The wooden dish His plate.\nWith joy approach, O Christian Wight!\n Do homage to thy King;\n And highly praise this humble pomp\n Which He from heaven doth bring.\n--ROBERT SOUTHWELL","title":"Fifty Christmas Poems for Children: Behold A Silly Tender Babe","type":"page"}