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THE OMEN by JANIE ELLEN LUELLING BYRNES

First Line: A MOTHER DREAMED BY A MANGER BED
Last Line: TILL IT BURNED LIKE A CROWN AT THE STABLE DOOR.
Subject(s): OMENS; STABLES;
A mother dreamed by a manger bed
As her fingers tousled a downy head
And her eyes gazed out through the stable door
To where a star slipped lower . . . lower. . . .
Till it hung like a lamp above the door.

Her eyes grew wide at the light it shed
On the fair young face in the manager bed,
And her dreams leapt out beyond the door,
But the star came on, slipped lower . . . lower. . . .
Till it stood like a cross before the door.

And the mother-heart stood still with dread
As she visioned the pathway His feet must tread,
The pathway that led from that stable door,
But the star came on, slipped lower . . . lower . . .
Till it burned like a crown at the stable door.



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