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Christmas in Legend and Story by  Elva S. Smith
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THE SONG OF A SHEPHERD-BOY AT BETHLEHEM

JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY

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Sleep, Thou little Child of Mary:

Rest Thee now.

Though these hands be rough from shearing

And the plough,

Yet they shall not ever fail Thee,

When the waiting nations hail Thee,

Bringing palms unto their King.

Now—I sing.


Sleep, Thou little Child of Mary,

Hope divine.

If Thou wilt but smile upon me,

I will twine

Blossoms for Thy garlanding.

Thou'rt so little to be King,

God's Desire!

Not a brier

Shall be left to grieve Thy brow;

Rest Thee now.


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Sleep, Thou little Child of Mary.

Some fair day

Wilt Thou, as Thou wert a brother,

Come away

Over hills and over hollow?

All the lambs will up and follow,

Follow but for love of Thee.

Lov'st Thou me?


Sleep, Thou little Child of Mary;

Rest Thee now.

I that watch am come from sheep-stead

And from plough.

Thou wilt have disdain of me

When Thou'rt lifted, royally,

Very high for all to see:

Smilest Thou?


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