{"collection":"time","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/time/50x/50x24.htm","path":"time/50x/50x24.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/time/50x/50x24.htm","text":"Fifty Christmas Poems for Children, by Florence B. Hyett, [1923]\nTHE Christ-child lay on Mary's lap,\n His hair was like a light.\n (O weary, weary were the world,\n But here is all aright.)\nThe Christ-child lay on Mary's breast,\n His hair was like a star.\n (O stern and cunning are the Kings,\n But here the true hearts are.)\nThe Christ-child lay on Mary's heart,\n His hair was like a fire.\n (O weary, weary is the world,\n But here the world's desire.)\nThe Christ-child stood at Mary's knee,\n His hair was like a crown,\n And all the flowers looked up at Him\n And all the stars looked down.\n--G. K. CHESTERTON","title":"Fifty Christmas Poems for Children: A Christmas Carol","type":"page"}