Lizette Woodworth Reese

A Christmas Folk-Song

The little Jesus came to town;

The wind blew up, the wind blew down;

Out in the street the wind was bold;

Now who would house Him from the cold?

Then opened wide a stable door,

Fair were the rushes on the floor;

The Ox put forth a hornèd head;

"Come, little Lord, here make Thy bed."

Uprose the Sheep were folded near:

"Thou Lamb of God, come, enter here."

He entered there to rush and reed,

Who was the Lamb of God indeed.

The little Jesus came to town;

With ox and sheep He laid Him down;

Peace to the byre, peace to the fold,

For that they housed Him from the cold!