So loving she looked, and mild:
"Because, dear heart, of all that you met,
Not one was a little child."
O thou who art grieving at Christmas-tide,
The lesson is meant for thee;
That thou mayst get Christ's loveliest gifts
In ways thou canst not see;
And how, although no earthly good
Seems into thy lot to fall,
Hast thou a trusting child-like heart,