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Once a lovely, shining star, Seen by shepherds from afar, Gently moved until its light Made a manger-cradle bright.

There a darling baby lay Pillowed soft upon the hay. And his mother sang and smiled, "This is Christ, the holy child."

So the bells for Christmas ring, So the little children sing.



CHRISTIAN BURKE

The trees are hung with crystal lamps, the world lies still and white, And the myriad little twinkling stars are sharp with keener light; The moon sails up the frost-clear sky and silvers all the snow, As she did, perchance, that Christmas night, two thousand years ago! Good people, are you waking? Give us food and give us wine. For the sake of blessed Mary And her Infant Son Divine, Who was born the world's Redeemer — A Saviour — yours and mine!

