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This is the night...
When all our finest art pales before
the beauty of a single shining star.
This is the night...
when all of our profoundest symphonies fade
beneath the swelling of a simple angel song.
This is the night...
When all the badges of office are smothered in the folds of a rough-woven tunic
and the sceptres of power give way to a humble shepherds staff.
This is the night...
When man's swiftest wheels and wings prove far inadequate
and he treads, instead, the path of a camel's caravan.
This is the night...
When the unkind act is frozen still and is buried in the desert sand . . .
When the first sharp word falls soundlessly and is swallowed by the desert air.
This is the night...
When princes, and kings, and presidents make one obeisance . . .
when diplomats forsake finesse And ministers their chambers . . .
when a worried world abandons argument In the quiet of a stable .
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