Classic Poem

See, the lovely Babe asleep
On His Mother's milky breast:
Ah! how tenderly caressed!

Let us kneel, and vigil keep
At this quiet cradle-side:
Mother! may we here abide?

Verily, we've naught to bring
For an off'ring at His feet,
Neither gold, nor incense sweet:

Nor a voice, wherewith to sing
Lullaby to His repose,
'Mid the winter storm and snows.

Only let us kneel, and pray
Quietly, sweet Mother, here,
Till the darkness disappear:

Till the Blessed One at day
Waken; till He hear us cry,
Jesu, nobis subveni!