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JOY
Only a stable could be found
At Christmastide to shelter them;
Only a yard or two of ground
Beneath that roof in Bethlehem;
Yet Mary, on a bed of straw,
Was neither cold nor comfortless,
Since breathing near her heart there lay
God's love as Human Littleness.
At Christmastide to shelter them;
Only a yard or two of ground
Beneath that roof in Bethlehem;
Yet Mary, on a bed of straw,
Was neither cold nor comfortless,
Since breathing near her heart there lay
God's love as Human Littleness.
Oxen were holy in her sight,
And well she knew the manger shone
Lovely with such mysterious light
As only mothers look upon.
When Joseph grieved because she fared
Without her friends at Nazareth
She smiled, and, listening for the sound
Of baby breathing, held her breath.
And well she knew the manger shone
Lovely with such mysterious light
As only mothers look upon.
When Joseph grieved because she fared
Without her friends at Nazareth
She smiled, and, listening for the sound
Of baby breathing, held her breath.
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