Little hunchback David Plodding through the snow, Finds the road to Bethlehem A weary way to go. For his shepherd comrades Tall, and straight, and strong, Quite forget to aid him As they haste along. But the longest pathway Comes to an end at last; In the cavern, David Finds his toil is past. In the golden glory Flooding all the place, He beheld a Mother Sweet, and fair of face Bending o'er a manger Piled with fragrant hay, Where in peaceful slumber A rosy Infant lay. David's eyes were only For the Child alone; "The Lord of Hosts," he murmured In an undertone. At the words the Mother Turned with shining eyes, Lifting up the Infant, Much to his surprise. "Ah, how very timely Thou art come," she said, "Hold Him for me, David, While I smooth His bed." Straightway little David Outstretched eager hands; Holding close the Infant In ecstasy he stands. Just one little moment And the Mother then, Came to take her Baby From his arms again. By the manger bed-side Humbly David kneels, And his tears were token Of the joy he feels. When into the dawning He goes with joyful song, Lo! the hunchback David Is tall, and straight, and strong. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OPPOSITES by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SONG OF KAREN, THE DANCING CHILD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE STORY OF THE END OF THE STORY by JAMES GALVIN ESTRANGEMENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SOLDIER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |