Christmas -- Juvenile poetry
This is the day of the Mother and Child, Of Blessed Babe and of Mary mild; Centuries old yet eternally young, Chanted in praises of every tongue,-- Lily divine of Motherhood, Child who has taught us Brotherhood!
This is the day of the Mother and Child, Of Blessed Babe and of Mary mild; Centuries old yet eternally young, Chanted in praises of every tongue,-- Lily divine of Motherhood, Ch...
2. Part 2A gay soldier-jacket, A suitcase to pack it, A box full of candy, A fine Jack-a-dandy, Kind Christmas is bringing to me. A red-crested Polly, A garland of holly, A nut and a rai...
3. Part 3And what’s her freight, my little man, What cargo does she bear? Is’t food to eat, or milk to drink, Or clothes for babes to wear? Why, sir, our ship has none of these! French c...
4. Part 4In a garden, afar in a tropical clime, Where the air is astir with the lily-bell’s chime, And honey-sweet breezes from Araby blow, There stands the green bush where the lollipop...
5. Part 5Come, little one, quite close to me, Lean softly here against my knee, And you and I will draw to-day The pretty things you see at play. We’ll make the bird with glancing wings,...