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The skies are pale, the trees are stiff, / The earth is dull and old; / The frost is glittering as if / The very sun were cold. / And hunger fell is joined with frost, / To make men thin and wan: / Come, babe, from heaven, or we are lost; / Be born, O child of man.
The children cry, the women shake, / The strong men stare about; / They sleep when they should be awake, / They wake ere night is out. / For they have lost their heritage -- / No sweat is on their brow: / Come, babe, and bring them work and wage; / Be born, and save us now.