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Excerpt from Wild Flowers At Bethlehem. Now the hour hath come, and the Babe is born, And our hope-filled hearts beat high and fast; For we know this is Joy's supremest hour, And this time of grace cannot always last. Let us haste away to the manger crib, To lay our hearts at the Infant's feet, To place our hopes in the Mother's hands, And unite in the mystic scene so sweet. Let us shrink not back from the midnight air, But joyfully follow the shepherds afar: We will keep within pace of the Orient band, And steadily walk in the trail of the star. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.