And the creatures of the field
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Waited in the silence of Gabriel's departing
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And in the meadow kneeled
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Still but for the sound of a frightened faun starting
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'Til the owl said:
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"Who raised up a clamor so harsh and deep?"
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The owl said:
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"Who caused gentle Mary to fret and weep?"
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"Her window glows brightly
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I fear that she cannot sleep."
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Mary paced her room
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(-unintelligible choir line)
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Wishing that her heartbeat
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Would cease its fearful pounding
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Peered into the gloom
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Silent as a tomb,
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Not one distant drum sounding
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As the owl said:
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"Who caused such a stillness to mystify the earth-
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And why?
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See how she searches the darkened sky.
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Who is there among us to sing her a lullaby?"
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"Sing me a lullaby...."
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The Creatures of the Field
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| Amy Grant |
