Judaean Song

The western sun went down in goldThat night in Palestine;The woolly sheep slipped to their fold,The softly moving kineDropped down behind their shelter barsWhile shepherds watched beneath the stars.

From Nazareth to BethlehemIs long and far to go;Though stars shine like a diadem,The stony way is slow,And apprehension fills the eyesThat search the dimming twilight skies.

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