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Fifty Christmas Poems for Children, by Florence B. Hyett, [1923], at sacred-texts.com
HUSH! my dear, lie still and slumber,
Holy angels guard thy bed!
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.
How much better thou'rt attended
Than the Son of God could be,
When from heaven He descended
And became a child like thee!
Soft and easy is thy cradle:
Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay,
When His birthplace was a stable
And His softest bed was hay.
See the kinder shepherds round Him,
Telling wonders from the sky!
Where they sought Him, there they found Him,
With His Virgin Mother by.
See the lovely babe adressing;
Lovely infant, how He smiled!
When He wept, the Mother's blessing
Soothed and hush'd the holy child.
Lo, He slumbers in His manger,
Where the horned oxen fed:
Peace, my darling; here's no danger,
Here's no ox anear thy bed.
--ISAAC WATTS