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Show Some are an-hungored, some athirst, Some are borne down with heavy woe, Some are of sin and shame accursed, But in the E,ve-star's heaven-glow All are befriended, each has heard Messages that bid him rejoice. Wo are the ones that speaft the Word Brother, my brother, it is His voice. We go a-shuddering to the door Sorrowing over all the want, Giving the gifts brought of our store Into' the hands by pain made gaunt Nay, 'tis not ours that find the way Into the darK and noisome street. Bringing the cheer of Christmas day-Brother, day-Brother, my brother, it is His feet. Child lips to laughter alien-strange Show us a miracle in this while, When over them there comes a change-When change-When for the once they Know a smile. Baubles we bring are jewels fair Found in the distant wonderlands. ThinK you 'tis we who bring them there? Brother, my brother, it is His hands. Pulsing to us through the centuries Murmurs forever in one deep heyi "As ye have done it to one of these So have ye done it unto Me." Give as we can, and gladly, too-r Out of the soul does the impulse start What is the throbbing in me and you ? Brother, my brother, it is His heart If- f , - Zri n v 4'v ' ' v ' f v r -- ." , J . - " r f- -V . - . - .. j-. 7.- u r . - .4 : . . i - f .- r - " r - 4 |