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When the herds were watching
In the midnight chill,
Came a spotless lambkin
From the heavenly hill.
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by William Canton
at 2008-03-22 |
Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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How happy the holly-tree looks, and how strong,
Where he stands like a sentinel all the year long.
Neither dry summer heat nor cold winter hail
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by Edith King
at 2008-03-22 |
Rating: 4.00
Votes: 1 |
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Why do the bells of Christmas ring?
Why do little children sing?
Once a lovely shining star,
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by Eugene Field
at 2008-03-22 |
Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bade thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
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by William Blake
at 2008-03-22 |
Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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Little one, who straight hast come
Down the heavenly stair,
Tell us all about your home,
And the father there."
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by George Macdonald
at 2008-03-22 |
Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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Star high
Baby low:
'Twixt the two
Wise men go;
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by George Macdonald
at 2008-03-22 |
Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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