The Christ-child 

The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap, 
His hair was like a light. 
(O weary, weary is the world, 
But here is all aright.) 

The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast, 
His hair was like a star. 
(O stern and cunning are the kings, 
But here the true hearts are.) 

The Christ-child lay on Mary's heart, 
His hair was like a fire. 
(O weary, weary is the world, 
But here the world's desire.) 

The Christ-child stood at Mary's knee, 
His hair was like a crown. 
And all the flowers looked up at Him, 
And all the stars looked down. 

G. K. Chesterton in The Wild Knight.