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And the bells,  hear them, little Dear my Soul, how sweetly they are ringing,  the bells bear us the good tidings of great joy this Christmas morning, that our Christ is born, and that with him he bringeth peace on earth and good will toward men. AND THE BELLS HEAR THEM LITTLE DEAR MY SOUL HOW SWEETLY THEY ARE RINGING THE BELLS BEAR US THE GOOD TIDINGS OF GREAT JOY THIS CHRISTMAS MORNING THAT OUR CHRIST IS BORN AND THAT WITH HIM HE BRINGETH PEACE ON EARTH AND GOOD WILL TOWARD MEN
in. And the Master's consoling voice and the Master's presence there wrought in the dying criminal such a new spirit, that when at last his head fell upon his bosom, and the men about the cross said that he was dead, it seemed as if I shined not upon a felon's face, but upon the face of the gentle shepherd lad, the son of Benoni. "And shining on that dead and peaceful face, I bethought me of the little Master's words that he had spoken under the old olive-tree upon the hill-side: 'Your eyes behold the promised glory now, O Dimas,' I whispered, 'for with the Master you walk in Paradise.'" * * * * * Ah, little Dear-my-Soul, you know--you know whereof the moonbeam spake. The shepherd's bones are dust, the flocks are scattered, the old olive-tree is gone, the flowers of the hill-side are withered, and none knoweth where the grave of Dimas is made. But last night, again, there shined a star over Bethlehem, and the angels descended from the sky to earth, and the stars sang together in glory. HEN DAMAS WEPT AND IN THAT HOUR HE FORGOT HIS PAIN AND THE MASTER'S CONSOLING VOICE AND THE MASTER'S PRESENCE THERE WROUGHT IN THE DYING CRIMINAL SUCH A NEW SPIRIT THAT WHEN AT LAST HIS HEAD FELL UPON HIS BOSOM AND THE MEN ABOUT THE CROSS SAID THAT HE WAS DEAD IT SEEMED AS IF I SHINED NOT UPON A FELON'S FACE BUT UPON THE FACE OF A GENTLE SHEPHERD LAD THE SON OF BONONE AND SHINING ON THAT DEAD AND PEACEFUL FACE I BETHOUGHT ME OF THE LITTLE MASTER'S WORD THAT HE HAD SPOKEN UNDER THE OLD OLIVE TREE UPON THE HILLSIDE YOUR EYES BEHOLD THE PROMISED GLORY NOW O DAMAS I WHISPERED FOR WITH THE MASTER YOU WALK IN PARADISE AH LITTLE DEAR MY SOUL YOU KNOW YOU KNOW WHEREOF THE MOONBEAM SPAKE THE SHEPHERD'S BONES ARE DUST THE FLOCKS ARE SCATTERED THE OLD OLIVE TREE IS GONE THE FLOWERS OF THE HILL SIDE ARE WITHERED AND NONE KNOWETH WHERE THE GRAVE OF DAMAS IS MADE BUT LAST NIGHT AGAIN THERE SHINED A STAR OVER BETHLEHEM AND THE ANGEL DESCENDED FROM THE SKY TO EARTH AND THE STARS SANG TOGETHER IN GLORY
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