Evaleen Stein,
The Babe In The Manger
(1922)
“ So they did not guess that little brother, who had never known a cradle of his own, was tucked there in the warm hay of the holy manger; while overhead still the golden star waited to twinkle, and round about, the candles to flame into radiant light, the angels to sing their glad songs, and the wise kings and the shepherds to bow lower still before the little Jesus. And still, up in the gray old tower, the bells were fairly quivering with the gold and silver notes they would by and by chime forth. Nor had they long now to wait, for the midnight was drawing near. ”

