That God hung in the sky;
O cooling breezes, gently blow
And hum a lullaby;
For on the road from Bethlehem
The radiant Mary smiles.
Her baby's tiny fingers cling
And joy illumes the miles--
Remembering the strange new star,
Once more the angels sing;
Again the Magi bring her babe
Their costly offering.
While silent Joseph standing near
Bows reverently his head,
Again the lowly shepherds kneel
Beside the manger-bed--
The little donkey's feet are sure.
Led by his master's hand,
Does he not bear a sacred load
Across the desert sand?
The baby sleeps in Mary's arms;
Her eyes, with wonder, shine.
A kingly little son is hers
To love--His sire divine.
Moon-Mother, veil the face of night
With moonbeams, sheer and thin;
Shut out the harsh world from her heart
And keep but joy therein.
O radiant Mary, dream your dreams
While little night lamps glow;
The road that leads to Calvary
Tonight, you need not know.
