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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d7b82bc --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -0,0 +1,4 @@ +*.txt text eol=lf +*.htm text eol=lf +*.html text eol=lf +*.md text eol=lf diff --git a/75977-0.txt b/75977-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..43ccbb4 --- /dev/null +++ b/75977-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,368 @@ + +*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75977 *** + +Transcriber’s Note: Words and phrases in italics are surrounded by +_underscores_; those in blackletter font are surrounded by ~tildes~. + + + + + THE DUQUESNE + CHRISTMAS MYSTERY + + + + + THE DUQUESNE + CHRISTMAS MYSTERY + + AS WRITTEN BY + THOMAS WOOD STEVENS + TO BE ENACTED BY THE PEOPLE OF + DUQUESNE PENNSYLVANIA + XXIII DECEMBER + MCMXVI + + [Illustration: colophon] + + WITH DECORATIONS BY + HARRY LAWRENCE GAGE + + + + + Copyright 1916 + By Thomas Wood Stevens + All rights reserved + + + + +[Illustration: decorative banner] + + +BEFORE US _is a steep hillside, crossed midway by a paved road. Up +the center of the hill are stairways of stone, with wide landings; at +the top, blocking out the stars, is a dark building with crenellated +turrets. Beside the roadway is a windowless hut--a mere blind +wall--and at each side of this wall the stairways ascend. Below is +a playing field, and beyond this, further down, a river, with great +mills beside it, where even at Christmastide the loud forges are +flaming._ + +_From the high turrets a sound as of many trumpets floats down. Then +a light breaks on the level above the roof of the hut, and one sees +dimly three figures, grave, majestic, imperative--the Prophets Hosea, +Micah, and Isaiah._ + + + ISAIAH + + List ye, as it is written, so spake I + Isaiah: For the Lord Himself shall send + Ye forth a sign; a virgin shall conceive, + And bear a son, and ye shall call his name + Immanuel.... And to thy light shall come + Gentiles, and kings unto the brightness of + Thy risen star. + + MICAH + + List ye, as it is written, so spake I, + Micah, prophet of God’s will: + Thou, Bethlehem, though thou be little among + The thousands of Judah, out of thee shall come + Him who shall rule in Israel, whose path + Hath from of old been destined, everlasting. + + HOSEA + + List ye, as it is written, so spake I, + Hosea: When Israel was a child + I loved him well, and for his sake I called + My son out of dark Egypt. + + ISAIAH + + So spake we, prophets of the wandering years, + Lifting our hearts in hope to beat with God. + List ye, for He hath wrought our visions out, + And He hath sent His Son to feed His flock + Like to a shepherd. He hath gathered home + The lambs unto His bosom. Praise His name. + + _The three Prophets disappear. + Below, on the hillside, three + Eastern Kings are seen approaching._ + + JASPAR + + Stay, brothers and princes. The star is lost. + + BALTHASAR + + Now for twelve nights it hath burned clear. + + MELCHOIR + + And floated on before to guide our steps. + Here is some evil thing that it should fade. + + BALTHASAR + + Some evil near. Stay we our course. The star + That westward we have trailed from Araby + And your bright orient kingdoms, will not fail + Until the prophecies we read of old + Be new fulfilled. But peril to the Child + Might dim its fire. + + JASPAR + + Yea, in the ancient scrolls + Are dangers written deep. The star-flame blows + Back at the heavy tread of mailed feet. + + _Below, on the stairway, Herod + appears, and comes slowly up + followed by guards and counsellors._ + + MELCHOIR + + What gleam of helmets yonder, and of gold? + + BALTHASAR + + Some lord is this, whose rule is not as ours. + + JASPAR + + Hail, Prince, and peace, and light unto thy path! + + HEROD + + What stranger kings are these who come unknown, + Unbidden, to my realm? + + BALTHASAR + + From out the East + We come, Melchoir, and Jaspar, King of Taurus, + And he who speaks you here, Balthasar + Prince of Araby. We are come to seek + A Child new-born whose mystic star we found + As prophets had foretold from long ago, + A Child born to be King of the Jews. We come + With gifts to greet and worship Him. Say thou + Where is this Child? + + HEROD + + King of the Jews, ye say. + I know Him not. + + JASPAR + + Who art thou, good my lord? + + HEROD + + Forgive mine evil courtesy, sir princes, + But I am troubled.... Herod is my name, a king + In this lean land of Judah. Speak you fair, + And say again--this star--these prophecies? + + JASPAR + + The star hath led us westward, wondering on; + The prophecies name Bethlehem, a town + Little in Judah, whence shall come a King + To rule in Israel, anoint of God. + + HEROD + + I knew it not. I have no child.... But when + First saw ye this new star? + + BALTHASAR + + Twelve nights ago. + ’Tis like the Child was born that night. + + HEROD + + Yea, very like, and have ye told me all? + + BALTHASAR + + All that hath been revealed. We wait + Here with our gifts. The star may burn again. + + HEROD + + My greetings, Princes. Freedoms of my realm + Be yours. But this I pray you, when you find + The Child indeed, bring me straight word of it. + For I would worship also. + + JASPAR + + Peace be thine. + + _Herod goes down the stair, and + pauses at the central landing, + his spearmen and counsellors + about him._ + + HEROD + + Dreams and seditions! When these kings return, + These dark intruding Magi, with their babe, + Bring them before me. They adventure far + But I will send them on a longer quest. + + A COUNSELLOR + + Whither wilt send them, Tetrarch? + + HEROD + + Unto death. + For all their dreams are treason ’gainst my house. + + COUNSELLOR + + And if they do not find the child? + + HEROD + + Still--death. + For they have mocked me, searching. + + COUNSELLOR + + And the child? + + HEROD + + Hear ye my sentence: if they find this child, + He dies. And if they find him not, but slip + Out of my hands unrecompensed, then all + Men children of this young child’s year, shall die, + That he escape not. + + COUNSELLOR + + These be bloody words. + + HEROD + + I have my prophets too. Wouldst flout their law + And mine? Set on. + + _Herod and his people move + slowly down the stairways + into darkness. In radiance + above the center appears the + Messenger Gabriel._ + + GABRIEL + + The watchers of the skies, God’s messengers, + Keep ward upon this land to-night. The tyrant + Speaketh true: the olden words shall fall + Like blades of harvest on the innocents + And Rachael weep, and weep uncomforted. + So it is written. But the child they seek + Dies not, but waits his agony, serene + Amid the singing of the morning stars. + + _The Gloria in Excelsis is heard + afar off. At the left, on the hillside, + a faint light glows upon + a group of watching shepherds. + As the light brightens, they hear + the heavenly voices, see the angel, + and, struck with awe, fall + upon their knees._ + + GABRIEL + + ~Fear not, for behold I bring you good tidings of + great joy, which shall be to all people. + For unto you is born this day, in the city of David, + a Saviour which is Christ the Lord. + And this shall be a sign unto you: Ye shall find + the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a + manger.~ + + _The shepherds gather wondering, + as the heavenly messenger + disappears and the chorus + echoes into silence._ + + FIRST SHEPHERD + + Saw ye, my brothers? + + SECOND SHEPHERD + + Yea truly, and marveled. + + THIRD SHEPHERD + + And lo, our people come now from the hills + With wonder upon them. + + SECOND SHEPHERD + + Let the sheep graze alone. The Lord his hand + Is over us and all our flocks to-night. + + FIRST SHEPHERD + + This we have seen is in God’s will. And men + Hearing of us this strange new word, will come + From far to kneel adoring,--all such men + As we who toil and watch. Not unto captains + Of wrath, high lords, and governors of cities + Did he speak, but unto simple folk he came + And cried his tidings of great joy. To us + God’s messenger doth pledge a Saviour Christ, + And they who toil and watch, shall know of it. + + _He turns toward the windowless + wall at the center._ + + ~Let us go now unto Bethlehem and see the thing + which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made + known unto us.~ + + +_Again the trumpets sound, and a mighty music of voices aspires as +the thronging messengers of heaven appear along the central causeway. +Before them, above the windowless wall, a star swings magically into +flame. The Shepherds and the Eastern Kings move toward the star, +enwrapt and silent._ + +_Now the wall seems suddenly to vanish. In its place, filled with +a golden radiance, is the manger, and Mary the Mother holding the +Child._ + +_The Shepherds kneel in adoration; and the Kings lay at her feet +their gifts, gold, frankincense and myrrh._ + +_Up from below come slowly the men and women of the nations who dwell +in the city, they too kneeling till the stairways are dark with +them; and all the while the music swells with a great gladness._ + +_The vision fades, and the people turn singing to the darkness below, +where the forges are clanging._ + +_And now the Tree on the playing field breaks into light, and down +the stone stairways patter the feet of many children, trooping with +song to dance around its glistening spire._ + + + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75977 *** diff --git a/75977-h/75977-h.htm b/75977-h/75977-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fafbdcf --- /dev/null +++ b/75977-h/75977-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,771 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> +<head> + <meta charset="UTF-8"> + <title> + The Duquesne Christmas Mystery | Project Gutenberg + </title> + <link rel="icon" href="images/cover.jpg" type="image/x-cover"> + <style> + +body { + margin-left: 10%; 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+at the top, blocking out the stars, is +a dark building with crenellated turrets. Beside +the roadway is a windowless hut—a mere blind +wall—and at each side of this wall the stairways +ascend. Below is a playing field, and beyond this, +further down, a river, with great mills beside it, +where even at Christmastide the loud forges are +flaming.</i></p> + +<p><i>From the high turrets a sound as of many +trumpets floats down. Then a light breaks on the +level above the roof of the hut, and one sees dimly +three figures, grave, majestic, imperative—the +Prophets Hosea, Micah, and Isaiah.</i></p> + +<p class="p2 center"> +ISAIAH<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">List ye, as it is written, so spake I</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Isaiah: For the Lord Himself shall send</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ye forth a sign; a virgin shall conceive,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And bear a son, and ye shall call his name</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Immanuel.... And to thy light shall come</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Gentiles, and kings unto the brightness of</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thy risen star.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +MICAH<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">List ye, as it is written, so spake I,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Micah, prophet of God’s will:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thou, Bethlehem, though thou be little among</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The thousands of Judah, out of thee shall come</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Him who shall rule in Israel, whose path</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Hath from of old been destined, everlasting.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +HOSEA<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">List ye, as it is written, so spake I,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Hosea: When Israel was a child</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I loved him well, and for his sake I called</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My son out of dark Egypt.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +ISAIAH<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">So spake we, prophets of the wandering years,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Lifting our hearts in hope to beat with God.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">List ye, for He hath wrought our visions out,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And He hath sent His Son to feed His flock</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like to a shepherd. He hath gathered home</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The lambs unto His bosom. Praise His name.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="p2 indent45"> +<i>The three Prophets disappear. +Below, on the hillside, three +Eastern Kings are seen approaching.</i><br> +</p> + +<p class="p2 center"> +JASPAR<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Stay, brothers and princes. The star is lost.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +BALTHASAR<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Now for twelve nights it hath burned clear.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +MELCHOIR<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And floated on before to guide our steps.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Here is some evil thing that it should fade.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +BALTHASAR<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Some evil near. Stay we our course. The star</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That westward we have trailed from Araby</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And your bright orient kingdoms, will not fail</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Until the prophecies we read of old</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Be new fulfilled. But peril to the Child</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Might dim its fire.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +JASPAR<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent20">Yea, in the ancient scrolls</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Are dangers written deep. The star-flame blows</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Back at the heavy tread of mailed feet.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="p2 indent45"> +<i>Below, on the stairway, Herod +appears, and comes slowly up +followed by guards and counsellors.</i><br> +</p> + +<p class="p2 center"> +MELCHOIR<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">What gleam of helmets yonder, and of gold?</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +BALTHASAR<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Some lord is this, whose rule is not as ours.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +JASPAR<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Hail, Prince, and peace, and light unto thy path!</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +HEROD<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">What stranger kings are these who come unknown,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Unbidden, to my realm?</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +BALTHASAR<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent22">From out the East</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We come, Melchoir, and Jaspar, King of Taurus,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And he who speaks you here, Balthasar</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Prince of Araby. We are come to seek</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A Child new-born whose mystic star we found</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As prophets had foretold from long ago,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A Child born to be King of the Jews. We come</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With gifts to greet and worship Him. Say thou</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where is this Child?</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +HEROD<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent21">King of the Jews, ye say.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I know Him not.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +JASPAR<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent20">Who art thou, good my lord?</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +HEROD<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Forgive mine evil courtesy, sir princes,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I am troubled.... Herod is my name, a king</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In this lean land of Judah. Speak you fair,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And say again—this star—these prophecies?</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +JASPAR<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The star hath led us westward, wondering on;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The prophecies name Bethlehem, a town</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Little in Judah, whence shall come a King</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To rule in Israel, anoint of God.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +HEROD<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I knew it not. I have no child.... But when</div> + <div class="verse indent0">First saw ye this new star?</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +BALTHASAR<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent22">Twelve nights ago.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">’Tis like the Child was born that night.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +HEROD<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Yea, very like, and have ye told me all?</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +BALTHASAR<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">All that hath been revealed. We wait</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Here with our gifts. The star may burn again.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +HEROD<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">My greetings, Princes. Freedoms of my realm</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Be yours. But this I pray you, when you find</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The Child indeed, bring me straight word of it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For I would worship also.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +JASPAR<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent20">Peace be thine.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="p2 indent45"> +<i>Herod goes down the stair, and +pauses at the central landing, +his spearmen and counsellors +about him.</i><br> +</p> + +<p class="p2 center"> +HEROD<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Dreams and seditions! When these kings return,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">These dark intruding Magi, with their babe,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Bring them before me. They adventure far</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I will send them on a longer quest.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +A COUNSELLOR<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Whither wilt send them, Tetrarch?</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +HEROD<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent26">Unto death.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For all their dreams are treason ’gainst my house.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +COUNSELLOR<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And if they do not find the child?</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +HEROD<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent26">Still—death.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For they have mocked me, searching.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +COUNSELLOR<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent26">And the child?</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +HEROD<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Hear ye my sentence: if they find this child,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He dies. And if they find him not, but slip</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Out of my hands unrecompensed, then all</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Men children of this young child’s year, shall die,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That he escape not.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +COUNSELLOR<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent22">These be bloody words.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +HEROD<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I have my prophets too. Wouldst flout their law</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And mine? Set on.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="p2 indent45"> +<i>Herod and his people move +slowly down the stairways +into darkness. In radiance +above the center appears the +Messenger Gabriel.</i><br> +</p> + +<p class="p2 center"> +GABRIEL<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The watchers of the skies, God’s messengers,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Keep ward upon this land to-night. The tyrant</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Speaketh true: the olden words shall fall</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like blades of harvest on the innocents</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And Rachael weep, and weep uncomforted.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So it is written. But the child they seek</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Dies not, but waits his agony, serene</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Amid the singing of the morning stars.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="p2 indent45"> +<i>The Gloria in Excelsis is heard +afar off. At the left, on the hillside, +a faint light glows upon +a group of watching shepherds. +As the light brightens, they hear +the heavenly voices, see the angel, +and, struck with awe, fall +upon their knees.</i><br> +</p> + +<p class="p2 center"> +GABRIEL<br> +</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/bl_013.jpg" + alt="blackletter text"> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Fear not, for behold I bring you good tidings of</div> + <div class="verse indent0">great joy, which shall be to all people.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For unto you is born this day, in the city of David,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">a Saviour which is Christ the Lord.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And this shall be a sign unto you: Ye shall find</div> + <div class="verse indent0">the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="p2 indent45"> +<i>The shepherds gather wondering, +as the heavenly messenger +disappears and the chorus +echoes into silence.</i><br> +</p> + +<p class="p2 center"> +FIRST SHEPHERD<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Saw ye, my brothers?</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +SECOND SHEPHERD<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Yea truly, and marveled.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +THIRD SHEPHERD<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And lo, our people come now from the hills</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With wonder upon them.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +SECOND SHEPHERD<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Let the sheep graze alone. The Lord his hand</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is over us and all our flocks to-night.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +FIRST SHEPHERD<br> +</p> + +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">This we have seen is in God’s will. And men</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Hearing of us this strange new word, will come</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From far to kneel adoring,—all such men</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As we who toil and watch. Not unto captains</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of wrath, high lords, and governors of cities</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Did he speak, but unto simple folk he came</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And cried his tidings of great joy. To us</div> + <div class="verse indent0">God’s messenger doth pledge a Saviour Christ,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And they who toil and watch, shall know of it.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="p2 indent45"> +<i>He turns toward the windowless +wall at the center.</i><br> +</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/bl_015.jpg" + alt="blackletter text"> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<p>Let us go now unto Bethlehem and see the thing +which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made +known unto us.</p> + +<p><i>Again the trumpets sound, and a mighty +music of voices aspires as the thronging messengers +of heaven appear along the central causeway. +Before them, above the windowless wall, a star +swings magically into flame. The Shepherds and +the Eastern Kings move toward the star, enwrapt +and silent.</i></p> + +<p><i>Now the wall seems suddenly to vanish. In its +place, filled with a golden radiance, is the manger, +and Mary the Mother holding the Child.</i></p> + +<p><i>The Shepherds kneel in adoration; and the +Kings lay at her feet their gifts, gold, frankincense +and myrrh.</i></p> + +<p><i>Up from below come slowly the men and +women of the nations who dwell in the city, they +too kneeling till the stairways are dark with them; +and all the while the music swells with a great +gladness.</i></p> + +<p><i>The vision fades, and the people turn singing +to the darkness below, where the forges are clanging.</i></p> + +<p><i>And now the Tree on the playing field breaks +into light, and down the stone stairways patter the +feet of many children, trooping with song to dance +around its glistening spire.</i> +</p> + +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75977 ***</div> +</body> +</html> + diff --git a/75977-h/images/banner.jpg b/75977-h/images/banner.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..36c6fdd --- /dev/null +++ b/75977-h/images/banner.jpg diff --git a/75977-h/images/bl_013.jpg b/75977-h/images/bl_013.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..1a3bfcb --- /dev/null +++ b/75977-h/images/bl_013.jpg diff --git a/75977-h/images/bl_015.jpg b/75977-h/images/bl_015.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..8ab86ba --- /dev/null +++ b/75977-h/images/bl_015.jpg diff --git a/75977-h/images/colophon.jpg b/75977-h/images/colophon.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..d8c0aed --- /dev/null +++ b/75977-h/images/colophon.jpg diff --git a/75977-h/images/cover.jpg b/75977-h/images/cover.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..184b3e9 --- /dev/null +++ b/75977-h/images/cover.jpg diff --git a/75977-h/images/drop_b.jpg b/75977-h/images/drop_b.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..72fa65d --- /dev/null +++ b/75977-h/images/drop_b.jpg diff --git a/LICENSE.txt b/LICENSE.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b5dba15 --- /dev/null +++ b/LICENSE.txt @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +This book, including all associated images, markup, improvements, +metadata, and any other content or labor, has been confirmed to be +in the PUBLIC DOMAIN IN THE UNITED STATES. + +Procedures for determining public domain status are described in +the "Copyright How-To" at https://www.gutenberg.org. + +No investigation has been made concerning possible copyrights in +jurisdictions other than the United States. 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