{"collection":"time","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/time/50x/50x26.htm","path":"time/50x/50x26.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/time/50x/50x26.htm","text":"Fifty Christmas Poems for Children, by Florence B. Hyett, [1923]\nTHE Christmas moon shines clear and right;\n There were poor travellers such a night\n Had neither fire nor candle-light.\nOne plucked them stars out of the sky\n To show the road to travel by;\n So that the Ass go warily.\nShe had all Heaven safe in her hold,\n Hidden within her mantle's fold--\n All Heaven, and It was one hour old.\nHer hair under, over Him spread\n His spun-gold coverlet and His bed,\n Twined with His little golden head.\nShe sang and rocked Him to-and-fro\n Such songs as little babies know,\n With Lullaby Sweet, and Lullalo.\nHe had no need of moons and suns,\n Nor the gold-crested bird-legions,\n Singing their lauds and orisons.\nThe Christmas moon shows a cold beam;\n He hath His Mother, she hath Him:\n Together they sleep, together dream.\n--KATHARINE TYNAN","title":"Fifty Christmas Poems for Children: A Song of Christmas","type":"page"}