“It’s odd,” she said; “I see the light
As plain as I beheld it then,
All silver-like and calm and bright –
We’ve not had stars like that again!
“And she was such a gentle thing
To birth a baby in the cold.
The barn was dark and frightening –
This new one’s better than the old.
“I mind my eyes were full of tears,
For I was young, and quick distressed,
But she was less than me in years
That held a son against her breast.
“I never saw a sweeter child –
The little one, the darling one! –
I mind I told her, when he smiled
You’d know he was his mother’s son.
“It’s odd that I should see them so –
The time they came to Bethlehem
Was more than thirty years ago;
I’ve prayed that all is well with them.”
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