Emery Pottle is the author of this sentiment appropriate to Advent
season:
Strange, we so toil to fashion for our unseen ends
The splendors that the tarnish of this world doth mar--
Such palaces that crumble to a ruined age,
Such garbled memories upon Fame’s fragile page--
When all the lasting glory of our life depends
Upon a little Child, a stable, and a star. (Text.)
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