Classic Poem

When Jesus lay on Mary's knee
There was no wind nor breeze that stirred,
For Heaven then made minstrelsy
And all the earth in silence heard.

There was no wind on sea or land,
No boisterous gale blew loud and wild,
The four great winds came hand in hand
And stood about the Holy Child.

The four great winds, their pinions furled,
Came softly in with humble tread;
They saw the Maker of the World
Upon His lowly manger bed.

The South wind looked with radiant eyes
Upon this King so small and sweet;
He softly sang Him lullabies
And knelt adoring at His feet.

The West wind like a shepherd clad
Had brought his pastoral pipes to play;
He piped his music wild and glad
Until the shadows fled away.

The North wind bowed and knelt him down
To gaze upon this sight so fair;
He gave the Babe the frosty crown
That lay upon his tangled hair.

Before that shrine the East wind bent,
He had strange gifts beyond all price,
Of gold and gems of Orient
And gums and frankincense and spice.

There was no wind on sea or land,
But round about the manger bed
The four great winds stood hand in hand
And worshipped there with wings outspread.