ONE, NAMED MARY
The children played in a garden,
In the garden the little ones played,
But one, named Mary, wandered apart
Into the silent shade.
One, named Mary, a little child,
Alone in the shadow strayed.
In the garden the little ones played,
But one, named Mary, wandered apart
Into the silent shade.
One, named Mary, a little child,
Alone in the shadow strayed.
And they called to her with laughter;
"Of what art thou afraid?"
But she wept, and weeping lingered,
Yet knew not why she stayed,—
One, named Mary, a little child
Under a thorn-tree's shade.
"Of what art thou afraid?"
But she wept, and weeping lingered,
Yet knew not why she stayed,—
One, named Mary, a little child
Under a thorn-tree's shade.
ADVENT
Be thou the field, O heart,
Whereon His star hath shone,
While they of humble part
Tended their flocks alone.
Whereon His star hath shone,
While they of humble part
Tended their flocks alone.
And thou the manger poor,
O mind, in waiting be!
And thou, O soul, the open door,
Lest He shall come to thee.
O mind, in waiting be!
And thou, O soul, the open door,
Lest He shall come to thee.
O heart and soul and mind,
Thy little all unfold,
That even in thee He find
Some mite of myrrh and gold.
Thy little all unfold,
That even in thee He find
Some mite of myrrh and gold.
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