"There was no room for them in the inn"

Wisemen beheld the guiding star,The daystar of true worth;The watchful shepherds heard the songOf angels in a heavenly throng,And marked the lowly birth.

The Roman law demanded tax;Innkeepers cried, "No room,"But no injustice could concealThe light that came to bless and heal,And pierce the mortal gloom.

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