MARJORY MINES.
CHRISTMAS .
Morning .
THE
light was
grey
When
shrill
cocks
crew ,
They
knew
that
day
Was
peering
through
Her mantle
dim
,
her mantle
blue
,
And
heard
her
say
:
“
O
dear
world
,
help me
to
count
less
This
once
,
the
feet
that
stray
,
The
hands
that
do
not bless
That men
forever
may
Feel my
caress
.”
Afternoon
.
W
E
cannot
,
like the wise men
three
,
W
Journey
away
to
seek
and
see
,
But we
can
keep
with
feast
and
mirth
The winter blossoming
of
earth
;
Nor
shut
our
doors
,
for we may
then
Shut
out
the
travelling Wise
Men
,
Who
always
tread
the mazy
way
Age
after
age
,
upon
this day
,
Singing
the
carol
of
the star
.
Their looks
are bright
.
“
Follow
!"
they
say
“
Hand
in
hand
from
near
and far
,"
And
as
we
,
brothers
that we are
,
Shake
our
heads
and
turn
away
,
Wonderful
!
oracular
!
We see
in
mother
-
eyes
the Ray
.
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