No, nor the niche close by in the wall,
Where, on the straw, the Bambino was lying,
While the oxen knelt in the stall.
Rude are the images, tinsel the flowers;
But a tear to the eye unconsciously starts,
Beholding the tribute the children have rendered,
In the votive gift of “hearts”!
Among them a little gold watch was hanging,
That told of some sick child’s treasured wealth,
Sent with a prayer that his Christmas present