CHRISTMAS
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A boy was born at Bethlehem that knew the haunts of Galilee. He wandered on Mount Lebanon, and learned to love each forest tree. But I was born at Marlborough, and love the homely faces there; and for all other men besides ’tis little love I have to spare. I should not mind to die for them, my own dear downs, my comrades true. But that great heart of Bethlehem, he died for men he never knew. And yet, I think, at Golgotha, as Jesus’ eyes were closed in death, they saw with love most passionate the village street at Nazareth.
E. Hilton Young