NATIVITY SONG The beautiful Mother is bending Low where her baby lies Helpless and frail, for her tending: But she knows the glorious eyes. The Mother smiles and rejoices While the Baby laughs in the hay, She listens to heavenly voices: "This Child shall be King some day." O dear little Child in the manger, Let me make merry with Thee, O King, in my hour of danger, Wilt Thou be strong for me? Bl. Jacopone da Todi Robert, Cyril. Mary Immaculate: God's Mother and Mine. New York: Marist Press, 1946. A CHRISTMAS CAROL 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.