She kneels by the cradle
Where Jesus doth lie;
Singing, Lullaby, my Baby!
But why dost Thou cry?
The babes of the village
Smile sweetly in sleep;
And lullaby, my Baby,
That ever dost weep!
I’ve wrapped Thee in linen,
The gift of the Kings;
And wool, soft and fleecy,
The kind Shepherd brings.
Now smile, little Jesus,
Whom naught can defile;
All gifts will I give Thee
An thou wilt but smile.
But it’s lullaby, my Baby!
And mournful am I,
Thou cherished little Jesus,
That still Thou wilt cry.
(Katharine Tynan)
More Poetry from Katharine Tynan:
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