The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap,
His hair was like a light.
(O Weary, Weary were the world,
But here is all aright.)
The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast
His hair was like a star.
(O stern and cunning are the Kings,
But here the true hearts are.)
The Christ-child lay on Mary's heart,
His hair was like a fire.
(O Weary, Weary is the World,
But here the world's desire.)
The Christ-child stood on Mary's knee,
His hair was like a crown,
And all the flowers looked up at him,
And all the stars looked down.
This poem can be found in The Collected Works of G.K. Chesterton, Vol X.
* Note: Chesterton often shortened the word Christmas to Xmas, a Victorian custom, the X symbolizing Christ, just as it does in the Chi-Rho.
His hair was like a star.
(O stern and cunning are the Kings,
But here the true hearts are.)
The Christ-child lay on Mary's heart,
His hair was like a fire.
(O Weary, Weary is the World,
But here the world's desire.)
The Christ-child stood on Mary's knee,
His hair was like a crown,
And all the flowers looked up at him,
And all the stars looked down.
This poem can be found in The Collected Works of G.K. Chesterton, Vol X.
* Note: Chesterton often shortened the word Christmas to Xmas, a Victorian custom, the X symbolizing Christ, just as it does in the Chi-Rho.
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