1‘How far is to Bethlehem?
Not very far.
Shall we find the stable-room
Lit by a star?

Can we see the little Child,
Is he within?
If we lift the wooden latch,
May we go in?

May we stroke the creatures there-
Ox, ass, or sheep?
May we peep like them and see
Jesus asleep?

If we touch His tiny hand,
Will He awake?
Will He know we’ve come so far
Jesus for His sake?

Great kings have precious gifts,
And we have naught;
Little smiles and little tears
Are all we brought .

For all weary children
Mary must weep;
Here, on His bed of straw,
Sleep, children, sleep.

God in His Mother’s arms,
Babies in the byre,
Sleep, as they sleep who find
Their heart’s desire.’2

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