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THE VIRGIN MOTHER.
Come behold the Virgin Mother
Fondly leaning on her child, Nature shews not such another,
Glorious, holy, meek, and mild: Bethlehem's antient walls enclose him,
Dwelling place of David once ; Now no friendly homesteed knows him,
Tho' the noblest of his sons.
Many a prophecy before him
Publish'd his bright advent long, Guardian Angels low adore him
In a joyous heavenly song ; Eastern Sages see with wonder
His bright Star illume the sky, O'er the volumes old they ponder,
Volumes of dark prophecy.
Royal Bethlehem how deserted, All his pomp and splendor lost;
Is a stable, vile and dirty,
All the welcome you can boast ? |
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