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Lo! newborn Jesus,

Soft and weak and small, Wrapped in baby's bands By His Mother's hands,

Lord God of all.

Lord God of Mary,

Whom His Lips caress

While He rocks to rest

On her milky breast

In helplessness.

Lord God of shepherds

Flocking through the cold, Flocking through the dark To the only Ark,

The only Fold.

Lord God of all things,

Be they near or far,

Be they high or low

Lord of storm and snow,

Angel and star.

Lord God of all men,

My Lord and my God! Thou who lovest me,

Keep me close to Thee

By staff and rod.

Lo! newborn Jesus,

Loving great and small,

Love's free Sacrifice,

Opening Arms and Eyes

To one and all.

A CANDLEMAS DIALOGUE.

"LOVE brought Me down; and cannot love make

thee

Carol for joy to Me?

Hear cheerful robin carol from his tree,

Who owes not half to Me

I won for thee."

"Yea, Lord, I hear his carol's wordless voice;

And well may he rejoice

Who hath not heard of death's discordant noise.

So might I too rejoice

With such a voice."

"True, thou hast compassed death; but hast not thou

The tree of life's own bough?

Am I not Life and Resurrection now?

My Cross balm-bearing bough

For such as thou?"

"Ah me, Thy Cross!

Thy Cradle-song to-day

-but that seems far away;

I too would raise, and worship Thee and pray :

Not empty, Lord, to-day

Send me away."

"If thou wilt not go empty, spend thy store; And I will give thee more,

Yea, make thee ten times richer than before.

Give more and give yet more

Out of thy store."

"Because Thou givest me Thyself, I will

Thy blessed word fulfil,

Give with both hands, and hoard by giving still;

Thy pleasure to fulfil,

And work Thy Will."

MARY MAGDALENE AND THE OTHER

MARY.

A SONG FOR ALL MARIES.

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UR Master lies asleep and is at rest;

His Heart has ceased to bleed, His Eye to weep.

The sun ashamed has dropt down in the west;
Our Master lies asleep.

Now we are they who weep, and trembling keep Vigil, with wrung heart in a sighing breast,

While slow time creeps, and slow the shadows creep.

Renew Thy youth, as eagle from the nest;
O Master, who hast sown, arise to reap :
No cock-crow yet, no flush on eastern crest;
Our Master lies asleep.

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