Travelling Standing Still/Impatient Mary
IMPATIENT MARY
Jesus in the sweet hay-mowDidn't mind the chewing cow,—The animal noises when the dawnWoke the lambs. His mother on
The yellow hay was wide awake.All night she lay with slow heart-acheThat she must put her little sonIn a rude manger—her dearest one.
And even when the angels sangShe didn't see the huge star hangAbove the door, or the cattle kneelClose to her babe. She could only feel
The chill for him, and want to keepHim safe and cosy in his sleep.Like all our mothers, Mary layImpatient on the winter hay.
She would have been pleased to know he lay thereUnder a star, while the happy airClustered with angels. Jesus heard.He and the lambs didn't say a word.