<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400505" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Christmas Carol</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap,<br>His hair was like a light.<br>(O weary, weary were the world,<br>But here is all aright.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast<br>His hair was like a star.<br>(O stern and cunning are the kings,<br>But here the true hearts are.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Christ-child lay on Mary's heart,<br>His hair was like a fire.<br>(O weary, weary is the world,<br>But here the world's desire.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Christ-child stood on Mary's knee,<br>His hair was like a crown,<br>And all the flowers looked up at Him,<br>And all the stars looked down </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'A Christmas Carol' poem </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shepherds went their hasty way,<br>And found the lowly stable-shed<br>Where the Virgin-Mother lay:<br>And now they checked their eager tread,<br>For to the Babe, that at her bosom clung,<br>A Mother's song the Virgin-Mother sung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They told her how a glorious light,<br>Streaming from a heavenly throng.<br>Around them shone, suspending night!<br>While sweeter than a mother's song,<br>Blest Angels heralded the Savior's birth,<br>Glory to God on high! and Peace on Earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She listened to the tale divine,<br>And closer still the Babe she pressed:<br>And while she cried, the Babe is mine!<br>The milk rushed faster to her breast:<br>Joy rose within her, like a summer's morn;<br>Peace, Peace on Earth! the Prince of Peace is born.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou Mother of the Prince of Peace,<br>Poor, simple, and of low estate!<br>That strife should vanish, battle cease,<br>O why should this thy soul elate? <br>Sweet Music's loudest note, the Poet's story,<br>Didst thou ne'er love to hear of fame and glory?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And is not War a youthful king,<br>A stately Hero clad in mail?<br>Beneath his footsteps laurels spring;<br>Him Earth's majestic monarchs hail<br>Their friends, their playmate! and his bold bright eye<br>Compels the maiden's love-confessing sigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tell this in some more courtly scene,<br>To maids and youths in robes of state!<br>I am a woman poor and mean,<br>And wherefore is my soul elate.<br>War is a ruffian, all with guilt defiled,<br>That from the aged father's tears his child!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A murderous fiend, by fiends adored,<br>He kills the sire and starves the son;<br>The husband kills, and from her board<br>Steals all his widow's toil had won;<br>Plunders God's world of beauty; rends away<br>All safety from the night, all comfort from the day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then wisely is my soul elate,<br>That strife should vanish, battle cease:<br>I'm poor and of low estate, <br>The Mother of the Prince of Peace.<br>Joy rises in me, like a summer's morn:<br>Peace, Peace on Earth! The Prince of Peace is born!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gilbert+Keith+Chesterton">Gilbert Keith Chesterton</a><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=400505" data-title="A Christmas Carol de Gilbert Keith Chesterton" data-description="The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap, His hair was like a light. (O weary, weary were the world, But here is all aright.) The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast His hair was like a star. (O stern and cunning are the kings, But here the true hearts a..."></div> </div> </div>

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