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 This at least—that with blight and with blessing,

With flower and with thorn,

Love was there, and his cry was among them,

"A child is born."

Though the darkness be noisy with systems,

Dark fancies that fret and disprove,

Still the plumes stir around us, above us

The wings of the shadow of love:

Oh! princes and priests, have ye seen it

Grow pale through your scorn.

Huge dawns sleep before us, deep changes,

A child is born.

And the rafters of toil still are gilded

With the dawn of the star of the heart,

And the wise men draw near in the twilight,

Who are weary of learning and art,

And the face of the tyrant is darkened,

His spirit is torn,

For a new King is enthroned; yea, the sternest,

A child is born.

And the mother still joys for the whispered

First stir of unspeakable things,

Still feels that high moment unfurling

Red glory of Gabriel's wings.