Attendants

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Title:     Attendants
Author: David Morton [More Titles by Morton]

The mild-eyed Oxen and the gentle Ass,
By manger or in pastures that they graze,
Lift their slow heads to watch us where we pass,
A reminiscent wonder in their gaze.
Their low humility is like a crown,
A grave distinction they have come to wear,--
Their look gone past us--to a little Town,
And a white miracle that happened there.

An old, old vision haunts those quiet eyes,
Where proud remembrance drifts to them again,
Of Something that has made them humbly wise,
--These burden-bearers for the race of men--
And lightens every load they lift or pull,
Something that chanced because the Inn was full.

[The end]
David Morton's poem: Attendants

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