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THE BIRTH OF JESUS.
Now is the time completed, Now comes the appointed morn, Now death shall be defeated, Our promised Prince is born.
Yet note of preparation,
A sleep profound has gone.
The shades of midnight closing,
All nature is reposing,
Is this the welcome given.
Earth and her nations slumber,
THE ORPHAN BOY.
Alas! I am an orphan boy,
With nought on earth to cheer
And, when the kiss of love goes round,
Yet once I had a father dear,
A mother, too, I wont to prize, With ready hand to wipe the tear
If chanced a childish tear to rise: But cause of tears was rarely found;
For all my heart was youthful glee; And, when the kiss of love went round, How sweet a kiss there was for me!
But, ah! there came a war, they say—
In troth, it was a pretty sound,
I thought! nor could I thence foresee That, when the kiss of love went round, There soon should be no kiss for me.
A scarlet coat my father took,
And sword, as bright as bright could be! And feathers that so gaily look,
All in a shining cap had he.
Then how my little heart did bound;
My mother sighed, my mother wept,
My father talked of wealth and fame; But still she wept, and sighed, and wept, Till I, to see her, did the same. But soon the horsemen throng around, My father mounts with shout and glee : Then gave a kiss to all around;
And, ah! how sweet a kiss to me!
But when I found he rode so far,
I said it was a naughty war,
And loved the fife and drum no more.
My mother oft in tears was drowned-
At length the bell again did ring;
There was a victory they said: 'Twas what my father said he'd bring; But, ah! it brought my father dead. My mother shrieked; her heart was woe; She clasped me to her trembling knee. Oh, God! that you may never know How wild a kiss she gave to me.
But once again--but once again
These lips a mother's kisses felt; That once again-that once again
The tale a heart of stone would melt; 'Twas when upon her death-bed laid,— (Oh, God! oh, God! that sight to see !) My child!-my child!' she feebly said, And gave a parting kiss to me.
So, now, I am an orphan boy,
With nought below my heart to cheer: No mother's love, no father's joy,
Nor kin, nor kind, to wipe the tear.