Flocks and herds and shepherds,
And a star!
Wisemen from out the East
Who traveled far to see, to worship, him.
He who would replace
All earthly sovereignty, high pomp and policy,
With grace and truth,
Lay cradled in the warmth of mother love—
Pure, tender love,
Midst flocks and herds and shepherds.
Bright angels too were caroling,
And all about was peace.
Softly lowing cattle—village slumbering—
Spelled quietude, surcease
From worldly buffetings.
Blest Christmas hour, retell your ageless worth;
We too would share the calm of Jesus' birth.
