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THE PRECURSOR.
“As John of old before His face did goTo make the rough ways smooth, that all might know
The level road that leads to Bethlehem, lo,
I come,” proclaims the snow.
| Poems by John B. Tabb | |
To make the rough ways smooth, that all might know
The level road that leads to Bethlehem, lo,
I come,” proclaims the snow.