Show one star burned low within the darkened east and from a stable door an answering light crept faintly forth where through full ho rs of night A woman watched the sounds ot day had ceased and save the gentle tread of restless beast there dwelt a hush profound the moth er s bight so holden by her babe took no affright when shadows of the beams that caught the least of light seemed sharpened shap ened to a lengthen ing cros she only saw a crown made by a fleece of golden hair naught presaged pain or logs to her the pivot of the swinging sphere lay sheltered in her arms so warm and near A mother s heart proclaimed him prince of peace edna A foster |