In Bethlehem
\nOn Christmas Morn
\nThe lowly gem
\nOf love was born
\nHosannah! Christus natus est.<\/p>\n
Bright in her crown
\nOf fiery star
\nJudea’s town
\nShone from afar
\nHosannah! Christus natus est.<\/p>\n
For bird and beast
\nHe did not come
\nBut for the least
\nOf mortal scum
\nHosannah! Christus natus est.<\/p>\n
While beasts in stall
\nOn bended knee
\nDid carol all
\nMost joyously
\nHosannah! Christus natus est.
\nWho lies in ditch?
\nWho begs his bread
\nWho has no stitch
\nFor back or head
\nHosannah! Christus natus est.<\/p>\n
Who wakes to weep,
\nLies down to mourn?
\nWho in his sleep
\nWithdraws from scorn?
\nHosannah! Christus natus est.<\/p>\n
Ye outraged dust
\nOn field and plain
\nTo feed the lust
\nOf madmen slain
\nHosannah! Christus natus est.<\/p>\n
The manger still
\nOutshines the throne
\nChrist must and will
\nCome to his own
\nHosannah! Christus natus est.<\/p>\n
–Countee Cullen (1903-1946)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In Bethlehem On Christmas Morn The lowly gem Of love was born Hosannah! Christus natus est. Bright in her crown Of fiery star Judea’s town Shone from afar Hosannah! Christus natus est. For bird and beast He did not come…<\/span><\/p>\n