When Christ the Babe was born, Full many a little lamb Upon the wintry hills forlorn Was nestled near its dam; And, waking or asleep, Upon His mother's breast, For love of her, each mother-sheep And baby-lamb He blessed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROSE-BUD; TO A YOUNG LADY by WILLIAM BROOME THE LADY AND THE SWINE by MOTHER GOOSE REMEMBER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI LES HALLES D'YPRES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO ONE ON HER BIRTHDAY (2) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SEPTEMBER, 1939 by VERA MARY BRITTAIN SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 42 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE LITTLE FRIEND; WRITTEN IN THE BOOK WHICH SHE MADE & SENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |