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Poem March 8, 1947 Issue

Nativity

EDITH COONLEY HOWES

There is no hush more holy
Than that which marks the morn
When in the heart of you and me
The gentle Christ is born.

There is no beam more potent
Than that which lights the way
Of wise men as they lay their all
Before the Christ each day.

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