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The thatch on the roof was as golden, / Though dusty the straw was and old, / The wind had a peal as of trumpets, / Though blowing and barren and cold, / The mother's hair was a glory / Though loosened and torn, / For under the eaves in the gloaming / A child was born.
Have a myriad children been quickened.