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[Sing, O my heart! Sing thou in rapture this dear morn Whereon the blessed Prince is born!]2
[Oh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul, And close thine eyes in dreaming]20
["This must be the house where the prince will stop," thought Barbara]46
[Share thou this holy time with me, The universal hymn of love]84
["Nestle down close, fold your hands, and shut your dear eyes!"]101
["They are killing me!" cried the tree]115

Sing, O my heart!
 Sing thou in rapture this dear morn
Whereon the blessed Prince is born!