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UNDER THE STAR
Mary is weary and heavy-laden,
As a travailing woman may be.
She calleth to Joseph wearily,
“At the Inn there is no room for me;
Oh, seek me a little room!”
As a travailing woman may be.
She calleth to Joseph wearily,
“At the Inn there is no room for me;
Oh, seek me a little room!”
Joseph returns. “In a cattle-shed
Hard by, I will make for thee thy bed—
Dost thou fear to go?
O Mary, look, that star overhead!”
And Mary smiled—“Where the cattle low
My Son shall be loosed from the womb.”
Hard by, I will make for thee thy bed—
Dost thou fear to go?
O Mary, look, that star overhead!”
And Mary smiled—“Where the cattle low
My Son shall be loosed from the womb.”
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