Treasure Island

Lizette Woodworth Reese

(January 9, 1856 – December 17, 1935 / Waverly)

A Christmas Folk-Song


The little Jesus came to town;
The wind blew up, the wind blew down;
Out in the street the wind was bold;
Now who would house Him from the cold?

Then opened wide a stable door,
Fair were the rushes on the floor;
The Ox put forth a horned head :
'Come, Little Lord, here make Thy bed.'

Up rose the Sheep were folded near:
'Thou Lamb of God, come, enter here.'
He entered there to rush and reed,
Who was the Lamb of God, indeed.

The little Jesus came to town;
With Ox and Sheep He laid Him down;
Peace to the byre, peace to the fold,
For that they housed Him from the cold!

Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Edited: Saturday, December 17, 2011

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  • Colleen Courtney (5/19/2014 10:07:00 AM)

    Not a fan of religious poetry but who can not be a fan of a beautiful Christmas write! This is lovely. Has that nice lilty rhyming cadence that would make it a wonderful piece to recite to a child at Christmastime! Very well done! (Report) Reply

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