“Baby, my Baby, O my Babe,” she sang.

Suddenly the golden night all with music rang.

Angels leading shepherds, shepherds leading sheep:

The silence of worship broke the mother’s sleep.

All the meek and lowly of the world were there;

Smiling she showed them that her Child was fair.

“Baby, my Baby,” kissing Him she said.

Suddenly a flaming star through the heavens sped.

Three old men and weary knelt them side by side,

The world’s wealth forswearing, majesty and pride;