Classic Poem

Tell us, shepherds, what you saw;
tell us, were you not afraid?
We saw the king of glory laid,
a babe, upon a little straw.

Neither of you was afraid;
neither were you filled with awe.
We saw him lying on the straw,
the baby; and we saw the maid.

Tell us, was the lady bright?
was the baby strange and rare?
Though we have travelled everywhere
we never saw so fair a sight.

Were there angels and a throne?
was the stable filled with light?
The maid was like a starry night;
and he was like a golden sun.

Tell us if the mother smiled;
tell us what the maiden said.
The babe was lying on his bed;
and she was looking at her child.

Shepherds twain, who speak so fair,
lead the way to Bethlehem.
An angel guided us to them;
and Bethlehem is everywhere.