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For this your mother sweated in the cold, / For this you bled upon the bitter tree:
A yard of tinsel ribbon bought and sold; A paper wreath; a day at home for me . The merry bells ring out, the people kneel; Up goes the man of God before the crowd;
With voice of honey and with eyes of steel
He drones your humble gospel to the proud .
Nobody listens. Less than the wind that blows
Are all your words to us you died to save.
O Prince of Peace! O Sharon's dewy Rose!
How mute you lie within your vaulted grave.
The stone the angel rolled away with tears
Is back upon your mouth these thousand years.