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Show I THE PRINCES J of PEACE I Tn every new-born little child, In every aoul that ftndt the Ughq la every truth that comet to men, In every eonqueat of the right In every eigh of human love That comfort brings to he arts forlorn. Again the angelt wake their aongt, Again the Prince of Peace it born. And they who hope, and work with cheer, And bear tn patience what they mutt. And wait for torrow't far-off fruit, And fill their Uvea with lowly trutt Their evea made dear from ftlmi of tin. By faith 'i pure love, and love't increase, Shall always tee the Mir that lights The birthplace of the Prince of Peace. And they whole loving wills are one With that tweet life which it the law, All round about their feet shall thine A light that sages never taw; And they who cherish child-like hearts, And keep their natures fresh at morn, Shall every day hear angelt ting, "Today the Prince of Peace it bom." Boston Herald |