The Beasts of God
There wil' be bells on Christmas Day, In village and in town; Carols be sung, and folks will pray Kneeling down. I shall steal out on Christmas night, And, hid among the trees, I’ll watch the kine, in eerie light, Upon their knees. Dumb beasts that have no soul to save, Obeisance humbly make To Him Who rose out of the grave, For mercy’s sake. The Beasts of God are kneeling down, More meek and mild Than folks who pray in gilded town, To Christ, the Child. The Beasts of God ask no reward; They know no prayers. Wonl<l 1 had faith in Christ the Lord, Sublime as theirs! E. Mary Gurney. The Machine Age. Nothing gives a girl a mure natural charm than a graceful carriage, says a beauty expert. But for a bo.V to have charm he needs a sporty coupe. No Kick. Isaac: “You come in my shop on Christmas Eve, you drink von glass of water, and then you valk out calmly.” Sandy: "An’ whit did ye want me to dae? Stagger oot?”
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Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 80, Issue 305, 24 December 1937, Page 4 (Supplement)
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181The Beasts of God Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 80, Issue 305, 24 December 1937, Page 4 (Supplement)
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