by Evaleen Stein
Welcome, little Brother!
Lowly, holy One!
Hail thee, Virgin Mother,
More than any other
Blessed in thy Son!
Child, since the poor manger
Once thou didst not scorn,
Rest thee, little Stranger,
Folded from all danger,
In our hearts
new-born!
Nestle thus, we pray thee,
In our love's
caress;
Fain we are to pay thee
Worship, and obey thee,
Babe, and Prince no less!
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