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A holy silence reigned around,
 And hushed was every voice,
When in the crib the Cross was found,
 The Infant-Victim's choice.

As moonbeam on a mountain-mere
 The Mother's face was white;
Her eyes were stars, and every tear
 Gave lustre to their light.

Methinks a blushing moon looked down
 Upon that manger-bed,
And wove a mystic glory-crown
 Around the Sleeper's head.