Not in that poor lowly stable, With the oxen standing by, We shall see Him; but in heaven, Set at God's right hand on high; When like stars His children crowned All in white shall wait around. --_Mrs. C. F. Alexander_. {417}{418} [Illustration] MADONNA AND CHILD "Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy kingly crown When Thou camest to earth for me; But in Bethlehem's home there was found no room For Thy holy nativity. O come to my heart, Lord Jesus, There is room in my heart for Thee." --_Emily Elizabeth Elliott_. [End illustration] {419} CALM ON THE LISTENING EAR OF NIGHT Calm on the listening ear of night Come heaven's melodious strains, Where wild Judea stretches far Her silver-mantled plains; Celestial choirs from courts above Shed sacred glories there; And angels with their sparkling lyres Make music on the air. The answering hills of Palestine Send back the glad reply, And greet from all their holy heights The Dayspring from on high. O'er the blue depths of Galilee There comes a holier calm; And Sharon waves in solemn praise, Her silent groves of palm. "Glory to God!" the lofty strain The realm of ether fills; How sweeps the song of solemn joy O'er Judah's sacred hills. "Glory to God!" the sounding skies Loud with their anthems ring: "Peace on the earth; good will to men, From heaven's eternal King." Light on thy hills, Jerusalem! The Saviour now is born! More bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains Breaks the first Christmas morn; {420} And brighter on Moriah's brow, Crowned with her temple-spires, Which first proclaim the newborn light, Clothed with its orient fires. This day shall Christian tongues be mute, And Christian hearts be cold? O catch the anthem that from heaven O'er Judah's mountains rolled! When nightly burst from seraph-harps The high and solemn lay,-- "Glory to God; on earth be peace; Salvation comes to-day!" --_Edmund Hamilton Sears_. {421} HYMNS AND POEMS FOR THE TWILIGHT HOUR {422} {423} READY FOR BED Hark! the clock strikes from the steeple; Now good-night to all good people; Bed is ready to receive us; Yet you say, "Oh, do not leave us!" Thank you, friends, but we must hurry, Else our dear old nurse will worry. Good-bye, father; good-bye, mother; Come now, baby; come now, brother: By your sisters three attended, All must go, for play is ended.-- Early go, if wise and wealthy We would be, and also healthy. So good-night to all good people! Hark! from yet another steeple, One, two, three, four, five, six, seven: Now to bed, and bless you, Heaven. Good advice comes from the steeple: So good-night to all good people! --_Ida Fay_. {424} BABY'S BOAT