A CHRISTMAS CAROL

A CHRISTMAS CAROL

drop-capTheChrist-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 at Mary’s knee,His hair was like a crown,And all the flowers looked up at HimAnd all the stars looked down.

drop-capTheChrist-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 at Mary’s knee,His hair was like a crown,And all the flowers looked up at HimAnd all the stars looked down.

drop-capTheChrist-child lay on Mary’s lap,His hair was like a light.(O weary, weary were the world,But here is all aright.)

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TheChrist-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 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 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 at Mary’s knee,His hair was like a crown,And all the flowers looked up at HimAnd all the stars looked down.

The Christ-child stood at Mary’s knee,

His hair was like a crown,

And all the flowers looked up at Him

And all the stars looked down.

G. K. Chesterton


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