The First Christmas by Ellen Robena Field

          Once there lay a little baby
          Sleeping in the fragrant hay,
          And this lovely infant stranger
          Brought our first glad Christmas day.

          Shepherds on the hillside, watching
          Over wandering flocks at night,
          Heard a strange, sweet strain of music,
          Saw a clear and heavenly light.

          Listened to the angels' story:—
          How, in David's town so still,
          Slept the infant King of Glory,
          Dreaming of sweet peace, good will.

          And a star of radiant splendor
          Led them where the baby lay,
          Lowly cradled in a manger,
          On that far-off Christmas day.

          Though that day was long ago,
          Every child throughout the earth
          Loves to hear each year the story
          Of the gentle Christ Child's birth.

          And they seem to see the beauty
          Of the eastern star again;
          And repeat the angels' chorus:
          "Peace on earth, good will to men."