And said unto her brood, "I now must fare to Bethlehem To view the Son of God." She gave to each his dole of meat, She stowed them fairly in, And fair she flew and fast she flew, And came to Bethlehem. "Now where is He of David's line?" She asked at house and hall, "He is not here," they spake hardly, "But in the manger stall." She found Him in the manger stall With that most holy maid; The gentle Stork, she wept to see The Lord so rudely laid. Then from her panting breast she plucked The feathers white and warm; She strewed them in the manger bed To keep the Lord from harm. Now blessed be the gentle Stork Forever more quoth He, For that she saw my sad estate, And showed pity. Full welcome shall she ever be In hamlet and in hall, And called henceforth the Blessed Bird And friend of babies all. Legend Of The Stork
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