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WOMAN'S CHRISTMAS.
“For unto us a Child is born.”
Not, Mary, unto thee alone,
Though blessèd among women thou:
Not thine, nor yet thy nation's own,
With that large glory on His brow.
Though blessèd among women thou:
Not thine, nor yet thy nation's own,
With that large glory on His brow.
Thou bendest in awe above the Child,
The cradled Hope of all the race;
The perfect One, the Undefiled,
A saved world shining in His face.
The cradled Hope of all the race;
The perfect One, the Undefiled,
A saved world shining in His face.
Thou bendest in awe; we bend with thee,
Forgetting bygone loneliness.
Our heart's desire fulfilled is He;
Our solitude He comes to bless.
Forgetting bygone loneliness.
Our heart's desire fulfilled is He;
Our solitude He comes to bless.
By the close bond of womanhood,
By the prophetic mother-heart,
Forever visioning unshaped good,
Mary, in Him we claim our part.
By the prophetic mother-heart,
Forever visioning unshaped good,
Mary, in Him we claim our part.
This baby's Face is as the sun
Upon the dimness of our way;
This child's Arm ours to lean upon
When mortal strength and hope decay.
Upon the dimness of our way;
This child's Arm ours to lean upon
When mortal strength and hope decay.
Our path, erewhile so desolate,
His dear beatitudes adorn;
Earth is a heavenward-opening gate,
Since unto us this Child is born.
His dear beatitudes adorn;
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Since unto us this Child is born.
Born unto us, who vainly seek
The fair ideal of our dreams
Among its mockeries, blurred and weak:
He crowns the manhood He redeems.
The fair ideal of our dreams
Among its mockeries, blurred and weak:
He crowns the manhood He redeems.
To us, who trust that men will grow
Grander than thought or guess of ours,
When this pure Life through theirs shall flow,
This Health divine stir all their powers.
Grander than thought or guess of ours,
When this pure Life through theirs shall flow,
This Health divine stir all their powers.
O Hebrew maiden, even to us,
Thy sisters, scattered over earth,
God sent this Infant glorious,
This one celestial, human birth.
Thy sisters, scattered over earth,
God sent this Infant glorious,
This one celestial, human birth.
What were our poor lives worth, if thence
Flowered forth no world-perfuming good,
No love-growth of Omnipotence?
The childless share thy motherhood.
Flowered forth no world-perfuming good,
No love-growth of Omnipotence?
The childless share thy motherhood.
All holy thoughts, all prayer and praise,
Wherewith our Christ hath made life sweet,
Through us undying voices raise,
One Name—His Father's—to repeat.
Wherewith our Christ hath made life sweet,
Through us undying voices raise,
One Name—His Father's—to repeat.
Breathe, weary women everywhere,
The freshness of this Heavenly morn!
The blessing that He is, we share;
For unto us this Child is born!
The freshness of this Heavenly morn!
The blessing that He is, we share;
For unto us this Child is born!
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