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THERE is a legend that the love of God So quickened under Mary's heart it wrought Her very maidenhood to holier stuff. . . .

However that may be, the birth befell Upon a night when all the Syrian stars Swayed tremulous before one lordlier orb That rose in gradual splendor, Paused, Flooding the firmament with mystic light, And dropped upon the breathing hills A sudden music Like a distillation from its gleams;

A rain of spirit and a dew of song!