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" We come walking with our staves Wreathed with laurel, We seek the Lord Jesus, and would wish To put laurel on his knees; Are the children of Charles the King, Pater bonne Franselyn, Jeremie.
We did come before Herod's door, &c. Herod, the king, came himself before, &c.
Herod then spake with a false man's heart, &c. Why is the youngest of three so swart ? &c.
Altho' he is swart, he is well be known, &c. In orient land he has a throne, &c.
We all came over the lofty hill, &c.
And there saw we the Star stand still, &c.
Oh, Star! you must not stand still so, &c. But must with us to Bethlehem go, &c.
To Bethlehem, the lovely town, &c. Where Mary and her child sit down, &c.
How small the child, and how great the good, &c. A blessed New Year that gives us God, &c. |
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