<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428690" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Crown</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She had twelve stars for diadem;<br>She had for footstool the full moon;<br>Her quiet eyes, outshining them,<br>Kept memories of the night and noon<br>And the still moms at Nazareth<br>When in her arms the Child drew breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So safe, so warm, He slept by her,<br>In her enfolding arms at peace,<br>Her milky babe, little and dear;<br>And yet the Tree that should be His<br>Grew in the forest, wide and high,<br>Whose branches should fill all the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He made twelve stars into her crown<br>And set the moon below her feet.<br>He was King in Jerusalem Town,<br>With twelve spines for His Coronet<br>To pierce the brain and blood and bone,<br>Were made for Man's Redemption.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, when she answered Gabriel<br>With 'Be it done!' could she foresee<br>The high pangs that she took as well?<br>With Bethlehem should be Calvary?<br>Or was that moment of high bliss<br>Born with sharp pangs, fierce agonies?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hath she beneath her Crown of Stars<br>Remembrance of the thorns wherewith<br>Her people crowned her Son? What scars,<br>Redder than roses in a wreath,<br>Doth she wear in a coronal<br>Under the lights that rise and fall?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katharine+Tynan">Katharine Tynan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428690" data-title="The Crown de Katharine Tynan" data-description="She had twelve stars for diadem; She had for footstool the full moon; Her quiet eyes, outshining them, Kept memories of the night and noon And the still moms at Nazareth When in her arms the Child drew breath. So safe, so warm, He slept by her, I..."></div> </div> </div>

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