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"I marvelled much to hear these things. 'The midnight hour is at hand,' said I, 'and I will abide with you to see this little Master of whom you speak.' So we nestled among the verdure of the hill side, and sang songs one to another. I MARVELLED MUCH TO HEAR THESE THINGS THE MIDNIGHT HOUR IS AT HAND SAID I AND I WILL ABIDE WITH YOU TO SEE THIS LITTLE MASTER OF WHOM YOU SPEAK SO WE NESTLED AMONG THE VERDURE OF THE HILLSIDE AND SANG SONGS ONE TO ANOTHER
 and the Master shall walk upon the hill-side in the glory of the midnight hour.' So we waited and watched; one by one the lambs fell asleep; one by one the stars peeped out; the shepherd nodded and crooned, and crooned and nodded, and at last he, too, went fast asleep, and his crook slipped from his keeping. Then we called to the old olive-tree yonder, asking how soon the midnight hour would come; but all the old olive-tree answered was 'Presently, presently,' and finally we, too, fell asleep, wearied by our long watching, and lulled by the rocking and swaying of the old olive-tree in the breezes of the night. "'But who is this Master?' I asked. "'A child, a little child,' they answered. 'He is called the little Master by the others. He comes here often, and plays among the flowers of the hill-side. Sometimes the lambs, gambolling too carelessly, have crushed and bruised us so that we lie bleeding and are like to die; but the little Master heals our wounds and refreshes us once again.  OLD OLIVE TREE FOR THIS IS CHRISTMAS NIGHT AND THE MASTER SHALL WALK UPON THE HILLSIDE IN THE GLORY OF THE MIDNIGHT HOUR SO WE WAITED AND WATCHED ONE BY ONE THE LAMBS FELL ASLEEP ONE BY ONE THE STARS PEEPED OUT THE SHEPHERD NODDED AND CROONED AND CROONED AND NODDED AND AT LAST HE TOO WENT FAST ASLEEP AND HIS CROOK SLIPPED FROM HIS KEEPING THEN WE CALLED TO THE OLD OLIVE TREE YONDER ASKING HOW SOON THE MIDNIGHT HOUR WOULD COME BUT ALL THE OLD OLIVE TREE ANSWERED WAS PRESENTLY PRESENTLY AND FINALLY WE TOO FELL ASLEEP WEARIED BY OUR LONG WATCHING AND LULLED BY THE ROCKING AND SWAYING OF THE OLD OLIVE TREE IN THE BREEZES OF THE NIGHT BUT WHO IS THIS MASTER I ASKED A CHILD A LITTLE CHILD THEY ANSWERED HE IS CALLED THE LITTLE MASTER BY THE OTHERS HE COMES HERE OFTEN AND PLAYS AMONG THE FLOWERS OF THE HILLSIDE SOMETIMES THE LAMBS GAMBOLLING TOO CARELESSLY HAVE CRUSHED AND BRUISED US SO THAT WE LIE BLEEDING AND ARE LIKE TO DIE BUT THE LITTLE MASTER HEALS OUR WOUNDS AND REFRESHES US ONCE AGAIN
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