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There were shepherds in the field On that Christmas night When the heavenly host appeared, Robed in radiant light; Humble keepers of the sheep, Children of the earth, Yet they heard the heralding Of the Saviour's birth. Exultant swelled the heavenly strain On Judaea's hill, Tender rang the angel theme— Glory, peace, good will! Shepherds in the realm of thought, Listen, watch, and pray.

The grateful heart awakes to see A world invisible before. Creative Mind, now understood, Opens wide the once closed door.

Salt is the tear. And salt solidified Who disobeyed, who vainly tried To tie the outgrown to the new, Refused complete acceptance of the now.

On bronze, on stone, this somber phrase: "Here sleep the brave. " And solemnly a wreath is placed Upon the grave.

God loves us tenderly. His mighty power Is ever present.

This is the rock they say grinds men to dust: so men have cried in the waste of futile years, their opal bubbles shattered into tears and all their getting only moth and rust; the truth, the whole truth they desired so, proved the last thing on earth men want to know. Learn of the rock what elemental hand dismembered quartz and feldspar into sand, then built it up, a flint to strike a flame; ask of the gneiss the gin where it was bruised, out of what crucible corundum came, in what deep grave the diamond's laughter fused.

" Watch with me," Jesus said to those he loved. Yet sleep into their drowsy senses crept, And so he agonized and prayed alone While others slept.

The Bible and Science and Health, these are our pastor; they feed us daily, citation by citation. Section by section of the Lesson-Sermon, they lead us out on high and sunlit places.

I was weary and lost in the seeming night. Unto my path Thou gavest light.

It cannot be that the heart's glad notes are stilled; That apathy has muted pure desire. The voice that tuned the music of the spheres Will waken, guide, illumine, and inspire.