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 Dearest, the Christ-Child walks to-night,

Bringing his peace to men,

And he bringeth to you and to me the light

Of the old, old years again.

Bringeth the peace of long ago,

When a wee one clasped your knee

And lisped of the morrow—dear one, you know—

And here come back is he!

Dearest, 'tis sometimes hard to say

That all is for the best,

For, often, in a grievous way

God's will is manifest.

But in the grace of this holy night

That bringeth us back our child,

Let us see that the ways of God are right,

And so be reconciled.