Our day's work done,
Watching the frosted meadows
The winter had won.
The evening was calm,
Lady,
The air so still,Silence more lovely than music
Folded the hill.
There was a star, Lady,
Shone in the night,Larger than Venus it was
And bright, so bright.
Oh, a voice from the
sky, Lady,
It seemed to us thenTelling of God being born
In the world of men.
And so we have come, Lady,
Our day's work done,
Our love, our hopes, ourselves
We give to your son.
- Anonymous
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