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The Flight into Egypt.

Be still, thou wintry Storm,
Nor hurt her gentle form;
Shine out again from far,
Thou Bethlehem's lowly Star;
Their pathway strew, thou Earth,
For Him who gave thee birth,
By Virgin-mother trod,
The mother with her God.
From nightly winds so wild
She wraps her Holy Child;
In each thought of unrest,
She clasps Him to her breast.
Good Joseph by her side
Hastes, like a Heaven-sent guide;
While Faith throughout the night,
Than morning star more bright;
And round them holy Love
A peaceful light doth prove.