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A SONG OF THE THREE KINGS
She is dead, ah! she is dead;
Silent is that gentle breath,
Still and low that golden head;
That sweet mouth is stopped in death.
Wherefore now we bring to her
Gold and frankincense and myrrh.
Silent is that gentle breath,
Still and low that golden head;
That sweet mouth is stopped in death.
Wherefore now we bring to her
Gold and frankincense and myrrh.
She is dead, yes, she is dead;
Never may we see again
Purest, holiest maidenhead,
Mother without spot or stain.
'Mid the sleeping lilies fold
Myrrh and frankincense and gold.
Never may we see again
Purest, holiest maidenhead,
Mother without spot or stain.
'Mid the sleeping lilies fold
Myrrh and frankincense and gold.
Lo, we come from very far
With all simples that we have,
Caspar, Melchior, Balthasar—
Ah! we came too late to save.
Scatter we ere we go hence
Gold and myrrh and frankincense.
With all simples that we have,
Caspar, Melchior, Balthasar—
Ah! we came too late to save.
Scatter we ere we go hence
Gold and myrrh and frankincense.
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