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Thu, 24.09.2009

CHRISTMAS LULLABY FOR A NEW-BORN CHILD by Yvonne Gregory.

Where did you come from, Mother , and why?
You slipped from the hand of Morn.
A child’s clear eyes have wondered why
Since the very first child was born.

What shall I do here, Mother and when?
You’ll dream in a waking sleep,
Then sow your dreams in the minds of men
Till the time shall come to reap.

What do me long for, Mother, and why?
They long for a star’s bright rays,
And when they have glimpsed at a tiny light
They follow with songs of praise.

Where does that star shine, Mother, and when?
It glows in the hearts of a few.
So close your eyes, while I pray, dear child,
Th

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