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Title: Baltimore and Ohio employees magazine
Year: 1920 (1920s)
Authors: Baltimore and Ohio Railroad Company Baltimore and Ohio Railroad Company
Subjects: Railroads -- Employees -- Periodicals Railroads -- United States -- Employees
Publisher: (Baltimore, Baltimore and Ohio Railroad)
Contributing Library: University of Maryland, College Park
Digitizing Sponsor: LYRASIS Members and Sloan Foundation

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EdviiY Markham. Before the Cathedral in grandeur rose.At Ingelburg where the Danube goes;Before its forest of silver spiresWent airily up to the clouds and fires;Before the oak had ready a beam,While yet the arch was stone and dream—There where the altar was later laid,Conrad the cobbler plied his trade. It happened one day at the years white end.Two neighbors called on their old-time friend;And they found the shop so meagre and mean,Made gay with a hundred boughs of green.Conrad was stitching with face ashine,But suddenly stopped as he twitched a twine:Old friends, good news! At dawn today.As the cocks were scaring the night away. The Lord appeared in a dream to me.And said, T am coming your Guest to be/So Ive been busy with feet astir.Strewing the floor with branches of fir.The wall is washed and the shelf is shined.And over the rafter the holly twined.He comes today and the table is spreadWith milk and honey and wheaten bread.
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Baltimore and Ohio Magazine, December, 1923 0 The knock, the call, the latch pulled op. The lighted face, the offered cup. He would wash the feet where the spikes hadbeen; He would kiss the hands where the nails wentin; And then at the last would sit with HimAnd break the bread as the day grows dim. While the cobbler mused, there passed his paneA beggar drenched by the driving rain.He called him in from the stony streetAnd gave him shoes for his bruised feet.The beggar went and there came a crone.Her face with wrinkles of sorrow sown.A bundle of fagots bowed her back,And she was spent with the wrench and rack. He gave her his loaf and steadied her loadAs she took her way on the weary road.Then to his door came a little cfiild.Lost and afraid in the world so wild,In the big, dark world. Catching it op,He gave it the milk in the waiting cop,And led it home to its mothers arms,Oot of the reach of the world*.*- alarms. The day went down in the crimson westAnd with it the hope of the bless

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