Passion Flowers (Watson)/A Little Stranger

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A Little Stranger.
Has a tiny speechless pilgrim Strayed within your open door;Mute and wonder-struck—a stranger, Asking gifts from out your store?Have you seen the mystic message In the peaceful, azure eyes,Have you paused to guess the meaning Of their sweet, yet dumb, surprise?
Did you catch the faint, low echoes Wafted from the land afar;When the eager little pilgrim Left the gates of heaven ajar—In the hush of orient midnight, When the shepherds lay asleep,And the cool and slanting shadows Wrapped the silent, drowsy sheep?
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When the angels with their chanting Roused the startled shepherd throng,'Twas the message of the Christ-child, Lent the gladness to their song."Love," they sang; "Divine, compelling, Self-surrendered, Heaven unsealed—All the mystery celestial By the Christ-child now revealed."
Not a mortal babe more lowly, Neither robe nor diadem;Only heralded by seraphs, Came the Babe of Bethlehem.Since that night each tiny pilgrim Welcomed to the homes of earthBrings anew the precious tidings Which proclaimed the Christ-child's birth.
Every little one is sacred Since the Lord of light and lifeCould descend an infant stranger, Helpless in a world of strife. ​Every little one brings tidings In a speech beyond our ken;And 'tis love, the sweet translation, Must make clear to hearts of men.

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