The Magi came out of the Orient Land, Now rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, pretty babie! They rode over rock and they rode over sand, Right glad, then, were those three. And as they went riding, a Star went before, Now rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, pretty babie! The form of a glorious Infant it bore, Right glad, then, were those three. And when to Jerusalem city they came, Now rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, pretty babie! They saw not the star with its glorious flame, How sad, then, were those three. And as they were sitting at dinner one day, Now rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, pretty babie! An angel of heaven appeared and did say, Right glad, then, were those three. "Go, Magi, once more from the town to the wild," Now rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, pretty babie! "For Herod is seeking the life of the Child," How sad, then, were those three. But when from the city they hastened in fear, Now rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, pretty babie! The Star went before, shining brightly and clear, Right glad, then, were those three. They came to the stable at Bethlehem town, Now rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, pretty babie! They pour'd out their treasures, and lowly kneel'd down, Right glad, then, were those three. For there in the stable, enthroned on the knee, Now rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, pretty babie! Of Mary, the Virgin, Messiah they see, Right glad, then, were those three. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 4 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 6 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE NETHERLANDS by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ECHOES: 6 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY ON THE DEATH OF SIR THOMAS WYATT by HENRY HOWARD |