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BETHLEHEM GATE
Two guard the frowning gateway: one Is of a solemn countenance; To him a rapid backward glance Reveals a massacre begun.
The other, forward gazing, sees The glory of the age to come, The fruitfulness of martyrdom, Of deaths that are nativities.
O weeping mothers, dry your tears! The Mother whom this canvass shows Nor fears, nor weeps, although she knows An anguish deeper than your fears.