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 Love, if I loved not then, behold this hour thy vengeance; This is the fruit of thy love and thee, the unwise grown wise.

Weeping strangled my voice. I call'd out, but none answered; Blindly the windows gazed back at me, dumbly the door; She whom I love, who loved me, look'd not on my yearning, Gave me no more her hands to kiss, show'd me no more her soul.

Therefore the earth is dark to me, the sunlight blackness, Therefore I go in tears and alone, by night and day; Therefore I find my love in heaven, no light, no beauty, A heaven taken by storm, where none are left but the slain!

A CHRISTMAS SONG

O Lord, as You lay so soft and white, A Babe in a manger stall, With the big star flashing across the night, Did you know and pity us all? Did the wee hands, close as a rosebud curled, With the call of their mission ache, To be out and saving a weary world For Your merciful Father's sake?