{"collection":"time","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/time/50x/50x33.htm","path":"time/50x/50x33.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/time/50x/50x33.htm","text":"Fifty Christmas Poems for Children, by Florence B. Hyett, [1923]\nWE are the poor children, come out to see the\u00a0 sights\n On this day of all days, on this night of nights,\n The stars in merry parties are dancing in the sky,\n A fine star, a new star, is shining on high!\nWe are the poor children, our lips are frosty blue,\n We cannot sing our carol as well as rich folk do,\n Our bellies are so empty we have no singing voice,\n But this night of all nights good children must rejoice.\nWe do rejoice, we do rejoice, as hard as we can try,\n A fine star, a new star is shining in the sky!\n And while we sing our carol, we think of the delight\n The happy kings and shepherds make in Bethlehem to-night.\nAre we naked, mother, and are we starving poor--\n Oh, see what gifts the kings have brought outside the stable door,\n Are we cold, mother, the ass will give his hay\n To make the manger warm and keep the cruel winds away.\nWe are the poor children, but not so poor who sing\n Our carol with our voiceless hearts to greet the newborn king,\n On this night of all nights, when in the frosty sky\n A new star, a kind star, is shining on high!\n--RICHARD MIDDLETON","title":"Fifty Christmas Poems for Children: The Carol of the Poor...","type":"page"}