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cried Dimas, for he was exceeding fearful. "'Have no fear, Dimas,' said the little Master. CRIED DAMAS FOR HE WAS EXCEEDING FEARFUL HAVE NO FEAR DAMAS SAID THE LITTLE MASTER
 pleading. 'Ho, there, old olive-tree!' cried the violets; 'do you see the little Master coming? Is not the midnight hour at hand?' "'I can see the town yonder,' said the old olive-tree. 'A star beams bright over Bethlehem, the iron gates swing open, and the little Master comes.' "Two children came to the hill-side. The one, older than his comrade, was Dimas, the son of Benoni. He was rugged and sinewy, and over his brown shoulders was flung a goatskin; a leathern cap did not confine his long, dark curly hair. The other child was he whom they called the little Master; about his slender form clung raiment white as snow, and around his face of heavenly innocence fell curls of golden yellow. So beautiful a child I had not seen before, nor have I ever since seen such as he. And as they came together to the hill-side, there seemed to glow about the little Master's head a soft white light, as if the moon had sent its tenderest, fairest beams to kiss those golden curls. "'What sound was that?  THAT THE NIGHT WIND MIGHT NOT WOO ME WITH ITS PLEADING HO THERE OLD OLIVE TREE CRIED THE VIOLETS DO YOU SEE THE LITTLE MASTER COMING IS NOT THE MIDNIGHT HOUR AT HAND I CAN SEE THE TOWN YONDER SAID THE OLD OLIVE TREE A STAR BEAMS BRIGHT OVER BETHLEHEM THE IRON GATES SWING OPEN AND THE LITTLE MASTER COMES TWO CHILDREN CAME TO THE HILLSIDE THE ONE OLDER THAN HIS COMRADE WAS DAMAS THE SON OF BENONI HE WAS RUGGED AND SINEWY AND OVER HIS BROWN SHOULDERS WAS FLUNG A GOAT SKIN A LEATHER CAP DID NOT CONFINE HIS LONG DARK CURLY HA THE OTHER CHILD WAS HE WHOM THEY CALLED THE LITTLE MASTER ABOUT HIS SLENDER FORM CLUNG RAIMENT WHITE AS SNOW AND AROUND HIS FACE OF HEAVENLY INNOCENCE FELL CURLS OF GOLDEN YELLOW SO BEAUTIFUL A CHILD I HAD NOT SEEN BEFORE NOR HAVE I EVER SINCE SEEN SUCH AS HE AND AS THEY CAME TOGETHER TO THE HILL SIDE THERE SEEMED TO GLOW ABOUT THE LITTLE MASTER'S HEAD A SOFT WHITE LIGHT AS IF THE MOON HAD SENT ITS TENDEREST FAIREST BEAMS TO KISS THOSE GOLDEN CURLS WHAT SOUND WAS THAT
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