The faith of a great dawn was on his tongue;

Above the old Chaldean myths he sung

The message of the peace that men should know

Through God's own Son. Out of the hopeless night

He saw the star of Bethlehem arise,

And o'er the wasted gates of Paradise

Beheld it mount, and heard, to hail its light,

The everlasting groan of hell's despite.

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THE NORTH WIND.

I.

Wind of the North, I know your song

Out on the frozen plain,

But here in the city's streets you seem

Only a cry of pain.

II.

I know the note of your lusty throat

Where the black boughs toss and roar,

But here it is part of the old, old cry

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