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A Christmas Carol

George MacDonald

Poem

A Christmas CarolGeorge MacDonald
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A Christmas Carol

"Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words."

Edgar Allen Poe

A Christmas Carol

Babe Jesus lay in Mary's lap,
The sun shone in his hair;
And this was how she saw, mayhap,
The crown already there.


For she sang: 'Sleep on, my little king;
Bad Herod dares not come;
Before thee sleeping, holy thing,
The wild winds would be dumb.'


'I kiss thy hands, I kiss thy feet,
My child, so long desired;
Thy hands will never be soiled, my sweet;
Thy feet will never be tired.'


'For thou art the king of men, my son;
Thy crown I see it plain!
And men shall worship thee, every one,
And cry, Glory! Amen!'


Babe Jesus he opened his eyes wide-
At Mary looked her lord.
Mother Mary stinted her song and sighed;
Babe Jesus said never a word.

Into the Depths

Now What?
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1

Listen to or Read Again 

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2

Put away your devices

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3

Be present and contemplate

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