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XXXII THE WATCHER'S CAROL

High and low, to and fro,
 Suddenly the bells are ringing,
Sweetest news to mortals bringing.
 Though no other sign may show
That the blessed mom doth break,
  Wake! Wake!
  For Jesus' sake.

Far or near, soft or clear,
 Come no strains of heavenly story,
Mighty choirs in beams of glory
 Singing songs of holy cheer.
Yet the blessed morn doth break;
  Wake! Wake!
  For Jesus' sake.

Not a star, near or far,
 Shows the way in golden traces.
All the stars are in their places,
 Very high and still they are.
Yet the blessed morn doth break;
  Wake! Wake!
  For Jesus' sake.

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