THE STABLE KEEPER
He made the manger sweet with hay
From fields where shepherds guarded sheep;
Then, all unknowing, went away
To simple fare and restful sleep./He stirred, half-awakened, slept again.
Once murmured “An uncommon night”
Drawn casement lattices were vain
Against a miracle of light.
Often the mind will hear a call
The hands instinctively obey;
He knew not why he swept the stall
And bedded it with clean fresh hay.
Til in his heart a chiming bell
Rang high and clear and sweetly wild
And heard excited shepherds tell
About a star, a song, a child.
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