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Bethlehem-Town

By Eugene Field

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As I was going to Bethlehem-town,     Upon the earth I cast me down     All underneath a little tree     That whispered in this wise to me:     "Oh, I shall stand on Calvary     And bear what burthen saveth thee!"     As up I fared to Bethlehem-town,     I met a shepherd coming down,     And thus he quoth: "A wondrous sight     Hath spread before mine eyes this night,--     An angel host most fair to see,     That sung full sweetly of a tree     That shall uplift on Calvary     What burthen saveth you and me!"     And as I gat to Bethlehem-town,     Lo! wise men came that bore a crown.     "Is there," cried I, "in Bethlehem     A King shall wear this diadem?"     "Good sooth," they quoth, "and it is He     That shall be lifted on the tree     And freely shed on Calvary     What blood redeemeth us and thee!"     Unto a Child in Bethlehem-town     The wise men came and brought the crown;     And while the infant smiling slept,     Upon their knees they fell and wept;     But, with her babe upon her knee,     Naught recked that Mother of the tree,     That should uplift on Calvary     What burthen saveth all and me.     Again I walk in Bethlehem-town     And think on Him that wears the crown.     I may not kiss His feet again,     Nor worship Him as did I then;     My King hath died upon the tree,     And hath outpoured on Calvary     What blood redeemeth you and me!

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Eugene Field (1850–1895) was an American writer and poet known as the "children's poet." His poems "Wynken, Blynken, and Nod" and "Little Boy Blue" are cherished classics of American children's literature.

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