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Rh A holy silence reigned around,

And hushed was every voice,

When in the crib the Cross was found,

The Infant-Victim's choice.

As moonbeam on a mountain-mere

The Mother's face was white;

Her eyes were stars, and every tear

Gave lustre to their light.

Methinks a blushing moon looked down

Upon that manger-bed,

And wove a mystic glory-crown

Around the Sleeper's head.