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Till Dothan's heights were glorious with such light
As hails dawn's resurrection from the night.

Or read from Holy Script of later days,
How oft their footsteps fell in earthly ways.

The virgin soul of Mary they beguiled
With secret of the blessed Messiah Child.
And when, above the pastures of Judea,
Their hallelujahs woke the night with cheer,
She must have heard the echo of their praise,
And upward turned her joy-enraptured gaze;
For they were singing of her Babe's sweet birth,
And glory unto God and peace on earth,
While shepherds woke from dreams, and from afar
The Magi hailed the long-expected Star.

When dewy night wept o'er the olive tree
Where knelt the Lord in dark Gethsemane,
They viewed His agony with pitying eyes,
And brought Him solace from their native skies.

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