by Zitella Cocke (1840-1929)
Inside the walls of Bethlehem-town
A new-born infant smiled,
And seraphs bright with song looked down
Upon the Holy Child.
Shepherd their Shepherd saw, amazed,
And bowed them to the floor,
Kings on a mightier monarch gazed,
And gave Him costly store.
But she, whose silent pondering
In paths prophetic trod,
Knew she had borne the Holy Thing
Which was the Lamb of God.