Poem by Katharine Tynan

The Weeping Babe

She kneels by the cradle 
Where Jesus doth lie; 
Singing, Lullaby, my Baby! 
But why dost Thou cry? 

The babes of the village 
Smile sweetly in sleep; 
And lullaby, my Baby, 
That ever dost weep! 

I’ve wrapped Thee in linen, 
The gift of the Kings; 
And wool, soft and fleecy, 
The kind Shepherd brings. 

Now smile, little Jesus, 
Whom naught can defile; 
All gifts will I give Thee 
An thou wilt but smile. 

But it’s lullaby, my Baby! 
And mournful am I, 
Thou cherished little Jesus, 
That still Thou wilt cry.

1. Any Mother
2. 'Mid the Piteous Heaps of Dead
3. Unhousel'd, Unanointed, Unanel'd
4. The Convent Garden
5. His Footstep

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