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But I heard a voice that somewhere I had heard before,  though where I did not know,  and this voice blessed those that railed and jeered and shamefully entreated. And suddenly the voice called 'Dimas, Dimas!' BUT I HEARD A VOICE THAT SOMEWHERE I HAD HEARD BEFORE THOUGH WHERE I DID NOT KNOW AND THIS VOICE BLESSED THOSE THAT RAILED AND JEERED AND SHAMEFULLY ENTREATED AND SUDDENLY THE VOICE CALLED DAMAS DAMAS
ter; 'but first must all things be fulfilled.' "All through that Christmas night did the angels come and go with their sweet anthems; all through that Christmas night did the stars dance and sing; and when it came my time to steal away, the hill-side was still beautiful with the glory and the music of heaven." "Well, is that all?" asked the old clock. "No," said the moonbeam; "but I am nearly done. The years went on. Sometimes I tossed upon the ocean's bosom, sometimes I scampered o'er a battle-field, sometimes I lay upon a dead child's face. I heard the voices of Darkness and mothers' lullabies and sick men's prayers--and so the years went on. "I fell one night upon a hard and furrowed face. It was of ghostly pallor. A thief was dying on the cross, and this was his wretched face. About the cross stood men with staves and swords and spears, but none paid heed unto the thief. Somewhat beyond this cross another was lifted up, and upon it was stretched a human body my light fell not upon. HIS BE THINE DAMAS SAID THE LITTLE MASTER BUT FIRST MUST ALL THINGS BE FULFILLED ALL THROUGH THAT CHRISTMAS NIGHT DID THE ANGELS COME AND GO WITH THEIR SWEET ANTHEMS ALL THROUGH THAT CHRISTMAS NIGHT DID THE STARS DANCE AND SING AND WHEN IT CAME MY TIME TO STEAL AWAY THE HILLSIDE WAS STILL BEAUTIFUL WITH THE GLORY AND THE MUSIC OF HEAVEN WELL IS THAT ALL ASKED THE OLD CLOCK NO SAID THE MOONBEAM BUT I AM NEARLY DONE THE YEARS WENT ON SOMETIMES I TOSSED UPON THE OCEAN'S BOSOM SOMETIMES I SCAMPERED OVER A BATTLEFFIELD SOMETIMES I LAY UPON A DEAD CHILD'S FACE I HEARD THE VOICES OF DARKNESS AND MOTHERS LULLABIES AND SICK MEN'S PRAYERS AND SO THE YEARS WENT ON I FELL ONE NIGHT UPON A HARD AND FURROWED FACE IT WAS OF GHOSTLY PALLOR A THIEF WAS DYING ON THE CROSS AND THIS WAS HIS WRETCHED FACE ABOUT THE CROSS STOOD MEN WITH STAVES AND SWORDS AND SPEARS BUT NONE PAID HEED UNTO THE THIEF SOMEWHAT BEYOND THIS CROSS ANOTHER WAS LIFTED UP AND UPON IT WAS STRETCHED A HUMAN BODY MY LIGHT FELL NOT UPON
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