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 Still the babe of an hour is a master

Whom angels adorn,

Emmanuel, prophet, anointed,

A child is born.

And thou, that art still in thy cradle,

The sun being crown for thy brow,

Make answer, our flesh, make an answer,

Say, whence art thou come—who art thou?

Art thou come back on earth for our teaching

To train or to warn—?

Hush—how may we know?—knowing only

A child is born.