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ecious stones and incense, before a little Child. II. A thief he was by calling, who to the stable came, A thief whose youthful fingers had learned to steal their fill; A thief he was who valued his heritage of shame, YET STANDING BY THAT DOORWAY, HE DID NOT WANT TO KILL! A thief he was, but--watching,--he saw a Baby face, And, bending near, a Mother, whose joy was undefiled; And for one breathless moment across the stable space, The Baby's eyes gazed at him--AND THEN THE BABY SMILED! A thief he was by calling, but there beside the door He saw a Holy Vision--he knelt and tried to pray-- And something, thrilling, whispered of love forever- more-- And then he rose, half weeping--and it was Christmas Day! A thief he was by calling, who felt the Father's plan, But back across the desert there silent rode a man! III. The years are met as milestones upon a winding road, And some slip by like shadows, and some are fair with flowers; And some seem dreary, hopeless--a leaden chain of hours-- And some are like a heart-throb, and some a heavy load, The thief, a thief no longer, a lonely figure strode Heart-weary down life's pathway, through tempest and through showers, But always prayed that somewhere among sweet- scented bowers, A Baby's smile might show him where happiness abode. For he was often hungry--a thief, reformed, must eat-- And there were folk who shunned him, and turned his plea away; And there were those who scourged him from out the market place-- (They were the ones who told him to earn his bread and meat!) Yet ever he walked onward, and dreamed of some fair day When he would find the Christ-Child with love upon His face! IV. Where work lay for the asking it seemed that men MIGHT work, But prejudice was rampant in every shop and field; And, "What if you ARE trying, MY scythe you may not wield!" Men told the thief, who answered--"Indeed, I will not shirk!" And carpenters and builders turned from him with a smirk, And farmers hurried by him to house the harvest's yield. And so he took his dagger, all rust
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