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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510008" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Stable Of Bethlehem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">’Twas not a palace proud and fair<br>He chose for His first home;<br>No dazz’ling pile of grandeur rare,<br>With pillar’d hall and dome;<br>Oh no! a stable, rude and poor,<br>Received Him at His birth;<br>And thus was born, unknown, obscure,<br>The Lord of Heaven and Earth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No band of anxious menials there,<br>To tend the new-born child,<br>Joseph alone and Mary fair<br>Upon the infant smiled;<br>No broidered linens fine had they<br>Those little limbs to fold,<br>No baby garments rich and gay,<br>No tissues wrought with gold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come to your Saviour’s lowly bed,<br>Ye vain and proud of heart!<br>And learn with bowed and humbled head<br>The lesson ’twill impart;<br>’Twill teach you not to prize too high<br>The riches vain of earth—<br>But to lay up in God’s bright sky<br>Treasures of truer worth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you, poor stricken sons of grief,<br>Sad outcasts of this life,<br>Come, too, and seek a sure relief<br>For your heart’s bitter strife;<br>Enter that village stable door,<br>And view that lowly cot—<br>Will it not teach you to endure,<br>And even bless your lot?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rosanna+Eleanor+Leprohon">Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon</a><div class=q>
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He chose for His first home;
No dazz’ling pile of grandeur rare,
With pillar’d hall and dome;
Oh no! a stable, rude and poor,
Received Him at His birth;
And thus was born, unknown, obscure,
The Lord of Heave..."></div>
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