In Bethlehem the stable was small and mean and old; Inside, it was so crowded that more it could not hold. Without, the others waited a chance to go within. The stable knew it was too poor this multitude to win. The beasts looked on in wonder: "Surely, He is dear; But why do all these visitors come from far and near?" Saint Joseph was contented to watch his lovely one Surrounded by adoring throngs who wished to see her Son. The Mother Mary whispered: "We know! We know! My Child!" Then held Him close against her breast, for little Jesus smiled. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE AND A QUESTION by ROBERT FROST THE NAME OF JESUS by JOHN NEWTON THE CONFIDENT SCIENTIST by ALEXIS OH, TORTURE NOT MY SOUL! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS ALMOND BLOSSOM by EDWIN ARNOLD INVITES POETS AND HISTORIANS TO WRITE IN CYNTHIA'S PRAISE by PHILIP AYRES |