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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512728" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Christmas Carol</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>The shepherds went their hasty way,<br>And found the lowly stable-shed<br>Where the Virgin-Mother lay:<br>And now they checked their eager tread,<br>For to the Babe, that at her bosom clung,<br>A Mother's song the Virgin-Mother sung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>They told her how a glorious light,<br>Streaming from a heavenly throng.<br>Around them shone, suspending night!<br>While sweeter than a mother's song,<br>Blest Angels heralded the Savior's birth,<br>Glory to God on high! and Peace on Earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>She listened to the tale divine,<br>And closer still the Babe she pressed:<br>And while she cried, the Babe is mine!<br>The milk rushed faster to her breast:<br>Joy rose within her, like a summer's morn;<br>Peace, Peace on Earth! the Prince of Peace is born.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.<br>Thou Mother of the Prince of Peace,<br>Poor, simple, and of low estate!<br>That strife should vanish, battle cease,<br>O why should this thy soul elate? <br>Sweet Music's loudest note, the Poet's story,<br>Didst thou ne'er love to hear of fame and glory?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.<br>And is not War a youthful king,<br>A stately Hero clad in mail?<br>Beneath his footsteps laurels spring;<br>Him Earth's majestic monarchs hail<br>Their friends, their playmate! and his bold bright eye<br>Compels the maiden's love-confessing sigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI.<br>Tell this in some more courtly scene,<br>To maids and youths in robes of state!<br>I am a woman poor and mean,<br>And wherefore is my soul elate.<br>War is a ruffian, all with guilt defiled,<br>That from the aged father's tears his child!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII.<br>A murderous fiend, by fiends adored,<br>He kills the sire and starves the son;<br>The husband kills, and from her board<br>Steals all his widow's toil had won;<br>Plunders God's world of beauty; rends away<br>All safety from the night, all comfort from the day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII.<br>Then wisely is my soul elate,<br>That strife should vanish, battle cease:<br>I'm poor and of low estate, <br>The Mother of the Prince of Peace.<br>Joy rises in me, like a summer's morn:<br>Peace, Peace on Earth! The Prince of Peace is born!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Samuel+Taylor+Coleridge">Samuel Taylor Coleridge</a><div class=q>
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The shepherds went their hasty way,
And found the lowly stable-shed
Where the Virgin-Mother lay:
And now they checked their eager tread,
For to the Babe, that at her bosom clung,
A Mother's song the Virgin-Mother sung.

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