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55
IN TIME OF WAR
Now to the stable shall come in
Not Kings nor the King's peers,
But the poor people washéd clean
With dropping of slow tears,
Because their dearest hopes are slain
And Love lies in the night and rain.
Not Kings nor the King's peers,
But the poor people washéd clean
With dropping of slow tears,
Because their dearest hopes are slain
And Love lies in the night and rain.
There shall come in the fatherless,
The childless here shall come,
For widowed lovers on their knees
The singing folk make room.
For pity of all those tears there shall
No singing stars make festival.
The childless here shall come,
For widowed lovers on their knees
The singing folk make room.
For pity of all those tears there shall
No singing stars make festival.
This night no herald from the sky
Shouts down his glorious mirth.
Tears, as the rivers now run dry
Have drenched the bloodied earth.
There is no cheer for to be found
But in this plot of holy ground.
Shouts down his glorious mirth.
Tears, as the rivers now run dry
Have drenched the bloodied earth.
There is no cheer for to be found
But in this plot of holy ground.
Draw near and let Him bind your sore
And feel the virtue flow.
By the King's touch made whole once more
Poor folk who suffered so.
Now on the Child's breast shall be laid
The world's grief as one tortured head.
And feel the virtue flow.
By the King's touch made whole once more
Poor folk who suffered so.
Now on the Child's breast shall be laid
The world's grief as one tortured head.
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