Classic Poem

Do not fear, the angel said;
God's eternal son
Comes to make thy breast His bed,
And thy heart His throne.

When He laid His little head
On His Mother's breast,
How her heart was comforted,
All her fears at rest.

If the flowers had all been bells
Ringing peals of joy,
She could think of nothing else
But her baby boy.

Little Jesus says to me:
Do not be afraid,
Though the earth and sky and sea
All by me were made.

I was small on Mary's knee
Just because of you;
I love you more than she loved Me,
If you only knew