They were all looking for a king
To slay their foes, and lift them high;
Thou cam'st, a little baby thing
That made a woman cry. – George Macdonald
I saw a stable, low and very bare, A little child in a manger.
The oxen knew Him, had Him in their care, To men He was a stranger,
The safety of the world was lying there, And the world's danger. – Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
