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 Deep horror then my vitals froze,

Death-struck, I ceas'd the tide to stem;

When suddenly a star arose,---

It was the star of Bethlehem.

It was my guide, my light, my all,

It bade my dark forebodings cease;

And, through the storm and danger's thrall,

It led me to the port of peace.

Now safely moor'd---my perils o'er,

I'll sing, first in night's diadem

For ever and for evermore,

The Star!---The Star of Bethlehem!





Two honest tradesmen meeting in the Strand,

One took the other briskly by the hand-

'Hark ye,' said he ' 'tis an odd story this

'About the crows!'---'I don't know what it is,'

Reply'd his friend; 'No! I'm surpris'd at that,

Where I come from it is the common chat;

But you shall hear:---an odd affair indeed,

And that it happen'd they are all agreed.

Not to detain you from a thing so strange,

A gentleman that lives not far from 'Change,

This week, in short, as all the Alley knows,

Taking a puke has thrown up three black crows!

Impossible! 'Nay, but 'tis really true;

I have it from good hands, and so may you.'

From whose, I pray?' so having nam'd the man,

Straight to enquire, his curious comrade ran.

Sir did you tell?'---relating the affair---

Yes Sir, I did, and if 'tis worth your care.