OH, the beauty of the Christ Child, The gentleness, the grace, The smiling, loving tenderness, The infantile embrace! All babyhood he holdeth, All motherhood enfoldeth -- Yet who hath seen his face? Oh, the nearness of the Christ Child, When, for a sacred space, He nestles in our very homes -- Light of the human race! We know Him and we love Him, No man to us need prove Him -- Yet who hath seen his face? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROBERT FROST RELATES THE DEATH OF THE TIRED MAN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER FATHER WILLIAM [QUESTIONED], FR. ALICE IN WONDERLAND by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON BAVARIAN GENTIANS by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE AS THE NEW YEAR [18 B.C.] DAWNED by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE ENGINE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |