In Bethlehem the stable was small and mean and old; Inside, it was so crowded that more it could not hold. Without, the others waited a chance to go within. The stable knew it was too poor this multitude to win. The beasts looked on in wonder: "Surely, He is dear; But why do all these visitors come from far and near?" Saint Joseph was contented to watch his lovely one Surrounded by adoring throngs who wished to see her Son. The Mother Mary whispered: "We know! We know! My Child!" Then held Him close against her breast, for little Jesus smiled. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOE HILL LISTENS TO THE PRAYING by KENNETH PATCHEN FRANCE: AN ODE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE EPISTLE TO SIR ROBERT WALPOLE (1) by HENRY FIELDING THE SUBALTERNS by THOMAS HARDY SONNET: THE EVENING STAR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW RESENTIENTS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |