{"collection":"time","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/time/50x/50x41.htm","path":"time/50x/50x41.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/time/50x/50x41.htm","text":"Fifty Christmas Poems for Children, by Florence B. Hyett, [1923]\nIN numbers, and but these few,\n I sing Thy birth, O Jesu!\n Thou pretty baby, born here,\n With sup'rabundant scorn here;\n Who for Thy princely port here,\n Hadst for Thy place\n Of birth a base\n Out-stable for Thy court here.\nInstead of neat enclosures\n Of interwoven osiers,\n Instead of fragrant posies\n Of daffodils and roses,\n Thy cradle, Kingly Stranger,\n As Gospel tells,\n Was nothing else\n But here a homely manger.\nThe Jews they did disdain Thee,\n But we will entertain Thee,\n With glories to await here,\n Upon Thy princely state here;\n And more for love than pity,\n From year to year,\n We'll make Thee, here,\n A free-born of our city.\n--ROBERT HERRICK","title":"Fifty Christmas Poems for Children: An Ode to the Birth of Our Saviour","type":"page"}