<h2> BETHLEHEM </h2>
<p>O ye who sail Potomac's even tide<br/>
To Vernon's shades, our Chieftain's hallowed mound;<br/>
Or who at distant shrines high paeans sound<br/>
In Alfred's cult, old England's morning pride;<br/>
Or seek Versailles, conceited as a bride,<br/>
With garish memories of kins strewn round;<br/>
Or lay your spirit's cheek on Forum ground,<br/>
For here a mighty Caesar lived and died:<br/>
To these and other stones, O ye who speed,<br/>
Since there, forsooth, a prince was passing great,<br/>
More zealous let your heart's adoring heed<br/>
The Child most Royal in a crib's estate.<br/>
No poor so poor, no king more king than He:<br/>
Come, better pilgrims, to this mystery.<br/></p>
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