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Ye seek the Lord ? Lo ! He is risen ! Ye seek the Lord ? He is not here.&quot;

But through cloud-encompassed glory Pierced hands, that once were laid

On childish heads, reached down to take him, Safely, softly, unafraid.

Wiser now than Eastern Magi

Neath the strange Judean star, Is the creature newly entered

In beyond the crystal bar

Safer than the nested robin

Hovered neath its mother s breast;

Nearer in its tender silence Than the folded darling blest.

Ah ! I hear an angel whisper, &quot; Nay, not here for Baby seek ; He, like Jesu, vanished early In the dawning of the week.&quot;

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NAY, Flossie, my fair little maiden, Don t frown as the postman goes by, Nor twist up your bit of a kerchief To wipe a small tear from your eye. 29 W

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