Sacred Texts  Time  Index  Previous  Next 

Fifty Christmas Poems for Children, by Florence B. Hyett, [1923], at


A BOY was Born at Bethlehem
that knew the haunts of Galilee.
He wandered on Mount Lebanon,
and learned to love each forest tree.

But I was born at Marlborough,
and love the homely faces there;
and for all other men besides
'tis little love I have to spare.

I should not mind to die for them,
my own dear downs, my comrades true.
But that great heart of Bethlehem,
he died for men he never knew.

And yet, I think, at Golgotha,
as Jesus' eyes were closed in death,
they saw with love most passionate
the village street at Nazareth.



Next: To His Saviour, A Child; A Present By A Child