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The baby yawns.
The mother smiles.
The cowbell tinkles
Among the piles
Of yellow straw
And pungent hay,
For in a manger
The newborn lay.
No satin pillow
Supports his head.
No soft, white sheets
Make up his bed;
Yet He is king
And Lord of Lords,
Who-not with speech
Nor guns nor swords-
Will one day rule
The lives of men;
Not from without,
But from within.
By Hope LeBrun