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XIV.
CHILDREN.And did you peep? and did you weep
To see the pictures wild?
GIRL.
Ah nay, ah nay, I laughed, full gay,
I looked and laughed and smiled!
For I discern'd, with bright face turned
On mine, a little Child;
And round him, bright burn'd many a light,
And cakes and sweets were piled;
And scents most rare fill'd all the air
All round the heavenly spot,
While loud and wide that Showman cried—
‘This is our Lord, God wot!’
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