A Christmas Carol

The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap,

         His hair was like a light.

    (O weary, weary were the world,

         But here is all aright.)

    The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast,

         His hair was like a star.

    (O stern and cunning are the kings,

         But here the true hearts are.)

    The Christ-child lay on Mary's heart,

         His hair was like a fire.

    (O weary, weary is the world,

         But here the world's desire.)

    The Christ-child stood at Mary's knee,

         His hair was like a crown.

    And all the flowers looked up at Him,

         And all the stars looked down.