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244 So bell and bird and priest I heard,

But voice of bird was most to me;

It had no ritual, no word,

And yet it sounded true and free.

I thought Child Jesus, were he there,

Would like the singing birds the best,

And clutch his little hands in air

And smile upon his mother's breast.

NOËL

"THE SUPPER AT EMMAUS"