ETCHING OF INNOCENCE
He lay there in a manger, He had no proper bed, Nor any downy pillow Beneath His lovely head.
Cattle slept about Him, Their breath was warm and sweet. Perhaps a furry kitten Cuddled at His feet.
Picture baby Jesus, So rosy He, and fair,
Among the gentle creatures. I know He liked it there. Sweet, tender baby Jesus, Could I tiptoe rn And lay my heart before you? It is so stained with sin!
— Martha Snell Nicholson
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CRADLE SONG OF THE HOLY BABE
Sleep, Holy Babe, Upon Thy mother's breast; Great Lord of earth and sea and sky, How sweet it is to see Thee lie In such a place of rest!
Sleep, Holy Babe, Thine angels watch around,
All bending low with folded wings, Before the incarnate King of kings, In reverent awe profound.
Sleep, Holy Babe, While I with Mary gaze
In joy upon that face awhile, Upon the loving infant .smile, Which there divinely plays.
Sleep, Holy Babe, Ah, take Thy brief repose;
Too quickly will Thy slumbers break. And Thou to lengthened pains awake, That death alone shall close. Then must those hands Which now so fair I see, Those little pearly feet of Thine, So soft, so delicately fine, Be pierced and rent for me.
Then must that brow Its thorny crown receive;
That cheek, more lovely than the rose, Be drenched with blood, and marred' with blows, That I thereby may live.
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DECEMBER, 1962
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