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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374071" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mary Of Magdala</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mary of Magdala came to bed;<br>There were no soft curtains round her head;<br>She had no mother to hold of worth<br>The little baby she brought to birth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mary of Magdala groaned and prayed:<br>'O God, I am very much afraid;<br>For out of my body, by sin defiled,<br>Thou biddest me make a little child.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O God, I have turned my face from Thee<br>To that which the angels may not see;<br>How can I make, from my deep disgrace,<br>A child whose angel shall see Thy face?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O God, I have sinned, and I know well<br>That the pains I bear are the pains of hell;<br>But the thought of the child that sin has given<br>Is like the thought of the airs of Heaven.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mary of Magdala held her breath<br>In the clutch of pain like the pains of Death,<br>And through her heart, like the mortal knife,<br>Went the pang of joy and the pang of life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'We two are two alone,' said she,<br>'And we are two who should be three;<br>Now who will clothe my baby fair<br>In the little garments that babies wear?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There came two angels with quiet wings<br>And hands that were full of baby things;<br>And the new-born child was bathed and dressed<br>And laid again on his mother's breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now who will sign on his brow the mark<br>To keep him safe from the Powers of the Dark?<br>Who will my baby's sponsor be?'<br>'I, the Lord God, who died for thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now who will comfort him if he cry;<br>And who will suckle him by and bye?<br>For my hands are cold and my breasts are dry,<br>And I think that my time has come to die.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I will dandle thy son as a mother may;<br>And his lips shall lie where my own Son's lay.<br>Come, dear little one, come to me;<br>The Mother of God shall suckle thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mary of Magdala laughed and sighed;<br>'I never deserved a child,' she cried.<br>'Dear God, I am ready to go to hell,<br>Since with my little one all is well.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the Son of Mary did o'er her lean.<br>'Poor mother, thy tears have washed thee clean.<br>Thy last poor pains, they will soon be done,<br>And My Mother shall give thee back thy son.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Frozen grass for a bearing bed,<br>A halo of frost round a woman's head,<br>And pious folks who looked and said:<br>'A drab and her brat that are better dead.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edith+Nesbit">Edith Nesbit</a><div class=q>
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There were no soft curtains round her head;
She had no mother to hold of worth
The little baby she brought to birth.

Mary of Magdala groaned and prayed:
'O God, I am very much afraid;
For out of my body, by sin defile..."></div>
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