Bawnboy and Templeport
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Christmas is down in the Cavan hills and peace like
a blessing brings
A hush in the depth of the restless heart, a stay to the restless things;
And out of the dreams of the long grey night
Man walks again in the way of light
To hear in the silent wonder the fall of the angels' wings.
For the angels are down over Rushen's heights with tidings of great joy
And heaven looks down on a Bawnboy street in the love of a woman's eye,
And the star that lighted the wise men's way
To the manger poor where the Christ-child lay,
Shines full as fair as on Bethlehem or Port or Bellaboy.
For Bethlehem's there in every heart if Faith but lead us on
To find again the infant Love, the Hope of man reborn,
In the new life, the glorious thing, beyond all human meriting
When God might lean from heaven and cry 'This is My Son'.
Oh Mary, who gave the welcome when Love knocked at thy door,
Who built the temple for His Heart where angels might adore,
This Christmastide our wish be then
That you who moulded Him in men
May mould the hearts and minds of men in Him you bore.
Poem by John James Maguire (Adapted)
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