Little Babe Crying Poem by Joyce Hemsley

I heard a baby boy crying
Out in the cold, cold snow
Eager was I to comfort him
For my heart pitied him so.

He lay in the arms of his mother,
A princess from long ago
And as I wandered on, alone!
I felt the teardrops flow.

Returning once more at noonday
When the sun had melted the snow
The baby was smiling sweetly
With his pretty face all aglow.

I greeted his mother warmly
She was kind as a mother could be,
And gently her hand touched my hand
I was filled with humility.

We stood and we talked together
Made way to her home, just we three.
A gentle mother and wondrous child
Were casting a spell over me.