Carol
When the herds were watching
In the midnight chill,
Came a spotless lambkin
From the heavenly hill.
Snow was on the mountains,
And the wind was cold,
When from God's own garden
Dropped a rose of gold.
When 'twas bitter winter,
Houseless and forlorn
In a star-lit stable
Christ the Babe was born.
Welcome, heavenly lambkin;
Welcome, golden rose;
Alleluia, Baby
In the swaddhng clothes!
~~
William Canton (1845-1926)
from In Memory of W.V., 1901
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
"When the Herds Were Watching" read by Matt Rossman. Courtesy Mended Maple Poetry.
6/5/6/5 syllable count, nice versification/cadence. Every child born can be thought of as a Christ child. Loved. Reverence for life... Thank you George Dance! 💟💟💟💟💟💟
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