A LILY OF THE FIELD
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IN all his glory, Solomon Was never so arrayed; Yet far more beautiful is one— A MOTHER and a MAID— Whose loveliness and lowliness God stooped from highest heaven to bless. |
THE LAMB-CHILD
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WHEN Christ the Babe was born, Full many a little lamb, Upon the wintry hills forlorn, Was nestled near its dam; And, waking or asleep, Upon His mother's breast, For love of her, each mother-sheep And baby-lamb He blessed. |
A PAIR OF TURTLE-DOVES