John Bannister Tabb
Christmas - Poem by John Bannister Tabb
The world His cradle is;
The stars His worshippers;
His 'place on earth,' the mother's kiss
On lips new pressed to hers.
For she alone to Him
In perfect light appears,
The one horizon never dim
With penitential tears.
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