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Without the least of hinderance,
Anon they went in then, And found the young child, Jesus Christ,
Thus born in Bethlehem.
Novels, &c.
And as the angel told them,
So to them did appear; They found the young child, Jesus Christ,
With Mary, his mother dear.
Novels, &c.
Now such a place it was,
Where this was come to pass, For want of room this child was laid
Betwixt an ox and ass.
Novels, &c.
Not sumptuously, but simply,
Was this young King array'd; A manger was the cradle,
Where this young child was laid.
Novels, &c.
No pride at all was found
In this most holy child, But he being void of all sin,
The lamb of God most mild.
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