John Bannister Tabb

(1845-1909 / the United States)

At The Manger - Poem by John Bannister Tabb

When first her Christmas watch to keep
Came down the silent angel, Sleep,
With snowy sandals shod,
Beholding what His mother's hands
Had wrought, with softer swaddling-bands
She swathed the Son of God.


Then skilled in mysteries of night,
With tender visions of delight
She wreathed His resting place,
Till wakened by a warmer glow
Than heaven itself had yet to show,
He saw His mother's face.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 1, 2010



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