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 The Glory of Bethlehem
In Bethlehem I stood-'it was eve,ere yet
The dying sun was hid in banks of gold;
His brilliant glory spreads a radiance far-
Bathes Moab's mountains as with splendor old.
Truth's signet is on this most thrilling scene
O'er Bethlehem where Jesus Christ was born;
Though silent now the "Hallelujah Song"
Lo! here 'twas heard on that first Christmas morn.
I turn to other lands,-roam o'er the earth.-
Yet memory paints this bright Judean scene;
The mountains dipped in gold, birds slow of wing,
And crimson clouds, with rifts of gold between.
"The Glory of Bethlehem" by Lydia D. Adler (from her book 'The Holy Land',1912)
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