Bethlehem
M. Taylor
Where man was all too marred with sin,
The ass, the ox, were bidden in.
Where angels were unmeet to come
the humble entered Holydom.
Their innocent eyes, all full of awe,
saw the fulfillment of the Law.
There, in the stab-le with the beast
the Christmas Child hath spread His feast.
These gave their bed and eke their board
to be a cradle for the Lord.
Their honey breath their tears all mild
Warmed in the cold the newborn child.
These His adorers were before
the kings and shepherds thronged the door.
And where no angels knelt there kneeled
the innocent creatures of the field.