When Joseph went to BethlehemI think he took great careTo place his tools and close his shopAnd leave no shavings there.He urged the donkey forward,Then, with Mary on its back,And carried bread and goat cheeseIn a little linen sack.I think there at the busy innThat he was meek and milkAnd awed to be the guardianOf Mary’s sacred Child.Perhaps all through the chilly hoursHe smoothed the swaddling bands,And Jesus felt the quiet strength ofJoseph’s gentle hands.And close beside the manger bedHe dimmed the lantern’s light,And held the little Jesus close uponThat holy night.