Florence B. Hyett
Published: 1939-01-01
Total Pages: 56
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HE came all so still Where His mother was, As dew in April That falleth on the grass. He came all so still To His mother's bower, As dew in April That falleth on the flower. He came all so still Where His mother lay, As dew in April That falleth on the spray. Mother and maiden Was never none but she; Well may such a lady God's mother be. WHEN Christ the Babe was born, Full many a little lamb Upon the wintry hills forlorn Was nestled near its dam: And, waking or asleep, Upon His Mother's breast, For love of her, each mother-sheep And baby-lamb He blessed. STAR high Baby low: 'Twixt the two Wise men go; Find the baby, Grasp the star Heirs of all things Near and far! LITTLE one, who straight hast come Down the heavenly stair, Tell us all about your home, And the father there." "He is such a one as I Like as like can be. Do his will, and, by and by, Home and him you'll see."