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Poem by Katharine Tynan


The Weeping Babe


She kneels by the cradle 
Where Jesus doth lie; 
Singing, Lullaby, my Baby! 
But why dost Thou cry? 

The babes of the village 
Smile sweetly in sleep; 
And lullaby, my Baby, 
That ever dost weep! 

IТve wrapped Thee in linen, 
The gift of the Kings; 
And wool, soft and fleecy, 
The kind Shepherd brings. 

Now smile, little Jesus, 
Whom naught can defile; 
All gifts will I give Thee 
An thou wilt but smile. 

But itТs lullaby, my Baby! 
And mournful am I, 
Thou cherished little Jesus, 
That still Thou wilt cry.



Katharine Tynan


Katharine Tynan's other poems:
  1. The Truce of God
  2. The Crown
  3. A Colloquy
  4. A Song of Going
  5. Dead - A Prisoner


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