Be not afraid, beloved

Title: Be not afraid, beloved
extracted text: DECEMBER, 1952 41 8e 7lot /?elot)eo) Abel Guevara This be the tale I whisper A tale of yesteryears: When the earth was dry and barren And the earth was cold and dark, The east was flushed with starlight And a winding trail revealed That led to a little cavern Where lay a little Babe. Then did brightness wash the heavens, Then did music sweep the hills, And the springs of earth were opened And the grass grew green again. This be the tale I whisper Softly to your ears Now that they say the springs are drying And the grass is growing sere. Be not afraid, beloved, In the darkness and the cold. There is light in the east, beloved, There is music in the hills, And the winding trail is open To those who do not fear, For brightly lit is the cavern still Beloved, where the Infant lies asleep, Sweetly waiting, waiting, waiting As of yesteryears...
Date: 1952
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