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Katharine Tynan - A Birth-Night Song
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The Child is rocked on Mary`s knee,
     Cold in the stall this bitter night,
And "Lullalay-loo," soft singeth she,
     "My little Boy and Heaven`s Delight!"
When singing stars went up the sky
The Prince of Peace oped a sweet eye.

His Highness now how small He lies!
     He to be God and Very God!
A Jacob`s ladder spans the skies
     Whereof each rung is angel-trod,
And all their carols are of Peace,
Though the sick world hath little ease.

Come in, poor war-worn folk, and rest;
     Kneel where the sinless creatures kneel;
The Babe snugged warm in Mother`s breast,
     He is your Wound-Wort, your All-Heal
Balsam for hurts that throb and smart,
Small Rose of Love on Mary`s heart.

Shut close within His hand so small
     The sick heart`s medicine; not a sword.
Come in, come in, sad people all,
     Here is your ancient peace restored!
"Lullalay-loo," sings Mary mild,
Kissing her God, her Lamb, her Child.
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