08. Eighth Carol


The sky was dark, the earth was white,

And gaily rang the bells,

Jesus was born; the candle-lgith

Shone on His clustering curls.


No curtains hung around His bed

To keep the cold away,

Only the twinkling stars o’erhead

To be His roof till day.


He trembled on His bed of hay –

Jesus the Little Child –

But warmly on Him where he lay

The ox was breathing mild!


The snow lay thick at Jesu’s birth,

And in the frosty sky,

‘Goodwill to men! Peace on the earth!’

The angels sang on high.


Translated from Theophile Gautier