<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=119272" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When Christ was Born</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On that divine all-hallowed morn<br>When Christ in Bethlehem was born,<br>How lone did Mary seem to be,<br>The kindly beasts for company!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet when she saw her infant's face—<br>Fair with the soul's unfading grace,<br>Softly she wept for love's excess,<br>For painless ease and happiness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She pressed her treasure to her heart—<br>A lowly mother, set apart<br>In the dear way that mothers are,<br>And heaven seemed nigh, and earth afar:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when grave kings in sumptuous guise<br>Adored her babe, she knew them wise;<br>For at his touch her sense grew dim—<br>So all her being worshiped him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A nimbus seemed to crown the head<br>Low-nestled in that manger-bed,<br>And Mary's forehead, to our sight,<br>Wears ever something of its light;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still the heart—poor pensioner!<br>In its affliction turns to her—<br>Best loved of all, best understood,<br>The type of selfless motherhood!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Florence+Earle+Coates">Florence Earle Coates</a> from <i>Mine and Thine</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=119272" data-title="When Christ was Born de Florence Earle Coates" data-description="On that divine all-hallowed morn/When Christ in Bethlehem was born,/How lone did Mary seem to be,/The kindly beasts for company!/Yet when she saw her infant's face—/Fair with the soul's unfading grace,/Softly she wept for love's excess,/For pain..."></div> </div> </div>

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