MARY’S BABY

Joseph, mild and noble, bent above the straw: A pale girl, a frail girl, suffering, he saw; “O my Love, my Mary, my bride, I pity thee!” “Nay, Dear,” said Mary, “All is well with me!” “Baby, my Baby, O my Babe,” she sang. Suddenly the golden night all with music rang. Angels leading shepherds, shepherds leading sheep: The silence of worship broke the mother’s sleep. All the meek and lowly of the world were there; Smiling she showed them that her Child was fair. “Baby, my Baby,” kissing Him she said. Suddenly a flaming star through the heavens sped. Three old men and weary knelt them side by side, The world’s wealth forswearing, majesty and pride; Worldly might and wisdom before the Babe bent low: Weeping, maid Mary said “I love Him so!” “Baby, my Baby,” and the Baby slept. Suddenly on Calvary all the olives wept.