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| YULE TIDE | [1] |
| THE MADONNA DI SAN SISTO | [6] |
| BETHLEHEM GATE | [11] |
| SAINT JOSEPH | [16] |
| A CRADLE SONG | [18] |
| A CRADLED CHILD | [23] |
| AN EMPTY CRADLE | [26] |
| NEW YEAR'S EVE | [28] |
| THE VICTIM | [30] |
| THE DAYSMAN | [33] |
| THE PHYSICIAN | [36] |
| THE POET | [40] |
| THREE SISTERS | [43] |
| A CHRISTMAS PUZZLE | [46] |
| FOUR EPIPHANIES | [48] |
| THE CHILDREN'S EUCHARIST | [56] |
| THE GOSPEL SONGS: | |
| I. Benedictus | [59] |
| II. Magnificat | [63] |
| III. Nunc Dimittis | [66] |
| NOTES | [69] |
YULE TIDE.
'They bring me sorrow touched with joy,
The merry merry bells of Yule.'
Tennyson, In Memoriam.
The Royal Birthday dawns again,
A stricken world to bless;
And sufferers forget their pain,
And mourners their distress.
Love sings to-day; her eyes so fair
With happy tears are wet;
She is too humble to despair,
Too faithful to forget.
Her voice is very soft and sweet,
Her heart is brave and strong;
Her vassal, I would fain repeat
Some fragments of her song.
A Birthday-song my heart would sing
Its rapture to express;
My Father's son must be a king,
And share His consciousness.