ENDANGERED SPECIES: TRADITIONAL MEDIA AND JOURNALISM

by Betsy Wuebker on January 5, 2009

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Part of our series on ideas, practices, institutions and mores that appear to be on their way to extinction.

Online political observers and commentators - from The New Republic to Powerline to Huffington Post to Slate to Salon to Hot Air - have long complained about traditional media.  These newspapers and magazines (such as Time and Newsweek) are likened to a herd of dinosaurs.  Why?

As the internet gained usage and readership, the voices railing against mainstream media outlets became more adamant.  Entire sites devoted to exposing journalistic irregularities sprouted like weeds:  Patterico took on the Los Angeles Times; Anti-Strib was formed to expose editorial bias at the Minneapolis Star Tribune; LGF got lucky with Rathergate; Arianna Huffington and Markos Moulitsas created the left-wing bandwagon; an army of others across the blogosphere took up arms against tradition in journalism.  The commonality?  The perception that traditional media and journalism were providing a fractal of truth, diminished objectivity, and an agenda-driven slant via outlets purporting a non-subjective, balanced platform.

The free press has long been held as a pillar of democracy, bolstered by a perception of superiority to propaganda outlets, shielded by the First Amendment of the U.S. Constitution and benefiting from legal protections in democratic societies throughout the world.  Only lately (the last 50 or 60 years or so) has the profession of journalism been elevated to the pedestal of immunity from influence, committed to holy justice and pure truth, all flavored by lofty perspective and academic credentialing.  This elevation in perception has been primarily self-appointed and aggrandized.

Stalwart heroes and heroines in journalism achieved status by reporting from exotic and dangerous locations and by manning nightly anchor chairs.  Legendary characters, both real and fictional, from Edward R. Murrow to Hildy Johnson to “Uncle” Walter Cronkite to Nellie Bly, were beloved paragons of  dedication to the tenets of source protection, investigative technique, and codes of ethics.  These were the pros, and every kid who ever took a J-school class aspired, if only for a moment, to the likes of Woodward and Bernstein.

Professionals dominated the practice and culture of journalism via control. That was the Old World.  The New World, filled with semi-pros who are self-publishing in blog and online magazine format, is daring to question and hold the Old World accountable.

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In the Old World, news was bought and consumed from the “fit to print” menu.  Valeria Maltoni reminds us that content is a product, just like an entree or a side order of fries, and should be treated as such.  With the advent and maturity of the Internet, more ordinary folks began to bring their own food to the table and share it with other diners.  Old journalism began to look like Mel the fry-cook, standing behind the counter with a greasy spatula, incredulous that a customer would demand only free-range chicken.

Maltoni points to Jay Rosen, of NYU’s School of Journalism, who calls this a “Migration Point for the press tribe.“  Others similarly note that the revolutionary aspects of news dissemination in blogs and micro-blogging platforms have “deposed the secular priests . . .” who were used to dominating by deciding “all the news that’s fit to print,” rather than all the news that might be out there.  In the Old World of journalism, little mind needed to be paid to the 3rd world, or flyover land - which is located west of the Hudson and definitely “outside the Beltway” ringing Washington, D.C.

Adam Tinworth (link via Maltoni and Rosen) explains that media people think of blogging and the internet as a publishing process, rather than acknowledge the context that community brings.  There’s a protective wall that old journalism wants kept between the news consumer and those who are slinging the hash.  Tinworth believes journalists still want to “see themselves as a class apart.” News media moguls belatedly began to realize the empire was in danger of being swept away by a more demanding customer base.  Their fix?  Hubris.  They dug their heels and offered more of the same.

Scott Rosenberg, founder of Salon, says

. . . the woes of the journalism profession today have been at least partially self-inflicted. At the very historical moment that the news pros faced relentless new scrutiny from a vast army of dedicated amateur watchdogs and expert critics, they offered up a relentless sequence of missteps and disasters. Some were failures of professionalism, from the Jayson Blair meltdown to the Dan Rather screwup. But the biggest — the absence of a stiff media challenge to the Bush administration’s Iraq war misinformation campaign — was a failure of civic responsibility. With that failure, the professionals forfeited their claim to special privilege or unique public role as challengers of official wrongdoing and ferreters of truth.

As of last June, Rosenberg thought individual journalists could and should still migrate, but he felt it was too late for media institutions.

Reality seems to have borne out Rosenberg’s prediction.  Layoffs and buyouts throughout the institutional sector have set individual journalists free.  However, the captains of old media are going down with the ship from the aptly named Fleet Street to major North American markets. Brad DeLong, economist at Berkeley, blogs about deeper press corps flaws, citing egregious ground game at the Washington Post, in particular.  Something suggests the chicanery DeLong describes isn’t limited to the WaPo.

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Still, with the - albeit muted - crowing about continually speaking truth to governmental power, etc., the traditional media appeals to legislative bodies for a piece of the financial bailout.   Ed Morrissey wants to know what happens when the Fourth Estate becomes a government subsidiary? What does financial leverage in the form of partial to full ownership do to reportage on public officials besides further compromise any assurances of objectivity?  See: Pravda.

Commenters on Ed’s post note that the newspaper industry is in worse shape than the auto companies. What sort of ROI would taxpayers get from a financial bailout, then?  Others, not totally tongue-in-cheek, speculate that a bailout would merely formalize an ownership agreement that already tacitly exists with the Democratic National Committee, tit for tat with Rosenberg’s point, above.  (Ouch).

Like GM and Wall Street investment banks, traditional media have lost the faith of the people. Concerns about government intervention draw NPR and PBS into the fray.  The Fairness Doctrine is being discussed in pre-committee legislative circles.  Is there sentiment inside the Beltway that old media should be allowed to fail?  In favor of an even less than free press?

Abdication of objectivity in editorial content translates into lower revenues, say some.  Others believe the internet opened the marketplace to choice.  Certainly newspaper classifieds aren’t competitive compared with free web listings.  Advertising placement and readership declines would seem to be part of the same death spiral.

With major newspaper stock prices at junk valuations, perhaps free market principles are in play.  Belatedly, today’s Star Tribune featured Editor Nancy Barnes’ column wherein she acknowledges everything from the loss of faith in journalism to declining readership and revenues, and resultant cost-trimming, layoffs and buyouts.  Her fix?  A “fight for the core values of this profession and of this company.”

What would the Strib’s core values be?  Well, Nancy thinks it obvious that the Strib’s communities and readers “need trained journalists (aided by the public [ italics mine]) to stand guard as watchdogs over government and business.”  I guess they haven’t been doing that very much as of late, or maybe they’ve not been trained until now.

Perhaps trained journalists could have headed off the likes of Madoff or Blagojevich at the pass if they were paying attention to the fundamentals, just like Woodward and Bernstein brought the Nixon administration to a halt. (Maybe less sarcasm…a lot of Strib employees don’t have jobs anymore).

Nancy believes the “blogosphere has brought an infusion of opinions to the world of journalism, but they cannot take the place of journalists who will investigate how all this has happened, why it happened, and explain who might be to blame.”  So, Nancy, bless her heart, is offering up more of the same hubris.  Left unaddressed in her editorial are the astounding and unapologetic lapses of objectivity evident throughout her newspaper.  These lapses regularly leach into the Strib’s so-called objective reporting, as well-documented on a regular basis in . . . you guessed it . . . the blogosphere.

In kind of an “oh, well” tone, the national media (well, mainly the Washington Post) self-examined in a similar fashion after November’s election, finding more than twice the amount of negative coverage of John McCain compared with negative coverage of Barack Obama.  Perhaps they should be forgiven their air of breathless anticipation given the historic proportions of Obama’s candidacy.

Nancy Barnes titled her editorial Resolution: To spend more time digging.  Rather ironic, as covention would suggest when one finds oneself in a hole that’s the last thing one might consider.  Regardless, we think editors like Nancy, or those at any number of Old World media outlets, need more than basic training refreshers should they ever hope to stagger out of the tar pits of their self-created devaluation and resume their search for who to blame.

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THE ONE

by Betsy Wuebker on January 4, 2009

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I had an intriguing interchange with Derek Rey on his blog, Beyond Banner, here .  Derek paraphrased an interview on NPR’s Talk of the Nation Science Friday with Tim O’Reilly. Tim is known for coining “Web 2.0,” when referring to the second coming of the web after the dot-com bust. The discussion looked back on social media in 2008, and Tim shared some predictions.  Tim describes Web 2.0 as “designing systems that get better with the more people who use them.”

The underlying premise behind the interview, Derek’s post, and our interchange, is that second-wave companies are all about human connection. They provide and derive value out of that connectivity. YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, Flickr, even Wikipedia all provide value implicitly or explicitly. Data is compiled from what users specifically share, or implicit data is mined through studying behavior such as link history. Example: “other Amazon users who purchased this book also purchased . . .

In the interview, O’Reilly also emphasized “ambient intimacy” via Twitter and Flickr use, citing how he can be up to date on virtually anyone via their posts.  He therefore can maintain connection with them without traditional forms of interaction.   O’Reilly doesn’t feel obligated to keep up with his thousands of followers, though. He sees Twitter as a “river flowing by and you can dip in when you want.”

O’Reilly predicts the future of the web rests in collaboration and platform. The One platform will be the platform, and, according to O’Reilly, the mobile device will sense and drive application development. This happened on Twitter during the Mumbai hostage incident, and with the Motrin mommy kerfluffle. This spells the end of the personal computer.

Derek wanted feedback:

  • Do we see Twitter as a “river” to dip in and out at will?
  • What did we think about The ONE network, and
  • How would mobile devices evolve to replace the computer?
  • What did we think about implicit equity?
  • How did we see this transition playing out?

My thoughts:

Twitter is to the surface as The ONE would be the depth, or layers, perhaps. The space limitation on Twitter confines, and breaking out via links is necessary to get more information. So, if Twitter is a river, then The ONE would be an ocean. A user could feasibly play in bays, inlets and harbors (much as we self-group now) or choose to dive more deeply. The vastness of The ONE network could be intimidating, inaccessible, or self-limiting. The breadth of knowledge and accessibility could be exhilarating, foster commonalities, and remove barriers.

If The ONE is the ocean, then what about The Cloud? Will we jump out of the ocean like porpoises or breaching whales to bite off or park our personal data in The Cloud, and then resume our swim? Are we already doing this with multiple platforms? Would you want to be a storage drive manufacturer with this looming? If you are providing archive storage and retrieval services, what does The One mean to your business model?

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Does ambient intimacy preclude real intimacy within nuclear relationships? Could it actually improve relationships by providing insight? Just think, as a mom, I wouldn’t have been bothered by hearing “Nothing” in response to my asking what happened at school today! When I look at my kids’ Facebook pages, am I really making an ambient intimacy deposit in our relationship instead of spying?  On the other hand, I want to tell Pete my thoughts, and I don’t want to have to look for his reactions in a tweet. The cliché is about partners instant messaging or emailing each other when they’re sitting right next to each other, right?

What kinds of capitalization are going to occur with this value? There is already considerable discussion at stops like HarvardBusiness.org about valuing things that are currently non-products and capitalizing on their exchange. Will our society and economy continue to move along the continuum of product - information - relationship?

Derek pointed out that ambient intimacy might be a good way to share a massive amount of information with a large group, and then create more nuclear relationships from that group. How many nuclear relationships can an individual have? He’s thinking about connecting brands and the relationships around brands, forming new communities and conversations. Is this redefining macro relationships into a more micro perception, or the reverse? I don’t want someone appropriating my ambient intimacy for evil purpose (like subliminal advertising, etc). So, how do we layer permission into ambient intimacy?  What protective measures are necessary?

Improved and optimized mobile devices fit in with Pete’s and my goal to be able to work from anywhere even better than notebook computers and smartphones. I reminded Derek that we old folks would like bigger screens on our phones, if you please. Already, the desktop computer is a dinosaur, no?

I also think that we can look to history to confirm Tim O’Reilly’s predictions. Historically, humans have “circled the wagons” in times of economic threat (the Great Depression), climate change (post-Renaissance, the 19th century cold wave), or conflict to retreat to their familiars. The craving for “small’ is already manifesting itself in micro-economic solutions. (Seth Godin, Small is the New Big).

We mistrust complicated organizations and bemoan the problems encountered in dealing with “too big” corporations. We’d rather go to the neighborhood hardware store than Home Depot. We want our entrepreneurial endeavors to be impervious to failure by operating lean and unencumbered with layers of management. (Howard Lindzon, Too Small to Fail). Underground economies in barter and cash payments under the table are on the rise.  Society and the economy is re-forming.

The paradigm evolves when we think of the connectivity and intimacy we crave unrestrained by physical proximity.  No longer may someone be “geographically undesirable.”  Commenters on this blog are from all parts of the globe, yet our connections are real and satisfying.

What if The ONE blows the possibilities of even more satisfying collaboration and relationship-building right out of the analogical water? We think it’s already happening. What say you?

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LOOKING AHEAD

by Betsy Wuebker on December 31, 2008

Photo by Pete Wuebker

Photo by Pete Wuebker

One of the nicest things about spending any time at the cabin in Northern Minnesota is that we can draw the curtain on real life to our south and just be.  I am always amazed at how quickly time seems to pass when we are there.  Many of the tasks I plan to accomplish there remain undone.  Instead, I might spend a half hour watching a fox cavort on the ice in the lagoon, another hour snowshoeing around the point with my sister-in-law, and three hours sprawled on the daybed’s red woolen blanket and denim quilt, reading, reading, reading.

We’ll go into town and briefly hook up to the Internet at the Common Ground coffee shop, and I’ll be given a delicious chai latte in an enormous china mug.  We’ll put a matchbook under the table leg, and be heartily relieved that no one wants us, and there are no messages.

We’ll go back down the winding road into the woods and watch corny old movies.  Pete will auger through several feet of ice on the lake, and teach the kids from Georgia how to set a tip-up for fishing.  We’ll set out the dinner plates when the wine is uncorked, and after, clear the table for a game of cards or Monopoly.  Sleep comes under down comforters in brass or four-poster beds, and we awaken to fresh snowfall viewed through frosty windows.

Today we’re home after a harrowing six-hour drive in a Minnesota blizzard yesterday - for every respite there is a pricey return.  The champagne is open, and, as usual for us on New Year’s Eve, we’re settled in for the night.  Now is the time to look ahead.

We’ve made some great plans to continue this rewarding and enjoyable journey in 2009.  You’ll see some housecleaning and some organizational changes.  Time to breathe at the cabin always yields good thinking, and we’ve got a bucketful of posts ready to share.  We’ll be exploring more ideas like we did in Reliance and Wisdom, sharing books we love, traveling and talking about traveling - as we did in Runes, and continuing with our tongue-in-cheek Endangered Species series.  We’ll also be sharing our plans and activities as we add entrepreneurial endeavors and financially diversify as part of our work-life integration objectives.

Pete and I’ve thought and read a lot about conventional wisdom as it relates to blogging.  We’ve noted that blogging advisors invariably recommend that new bloggers select a niche and write to it.  In contrarian fashion, we instead decided we’d let the niche find us.  Our recent northern sabbatical reminded us that as individuals, we aren’t interested in or knowledgeable about just one thing.  Instead, we can categorize our talents, interests and strengths under several broad titles.  And so, this is what we will do.  If anyone has a name for this, presuming it’s a niche at all, we’ll gladly take it if you’d like to share.  Otherwise, we’ll continue . . . Passing Thru.

Wishing all of you a happy, healthy, productive, and brightly rewarding New Year!

Betsy and Pete

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BEHOLD!

by Betsy Wuebker on December 25, 2008

Photo by Pete Wuebker

Photo by Pete Wuebker

O thou that tellest good tidings to Zion, get thee up into the high mountain;
O thou that tellest good tidings to Jerusalem, lift up thy voice with strength; lift it up, be not afraid; say unto the cities of Judah, Behold your God!

Wishing you and yours a very Merry Christmas!

With love and appreciation , Betsy and Pete

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AND THE GLORY OF THE LORD SHALL BE REVEALED . . .

by Betsy Wuebker on December 24, 2008

We were fishing out of Seward and came upon this scene off Fox Island in Resurrection Bay.  The magnificent vistas surrounded us, yet were only revealed in part at first, as if the beauty would be too much to bear all at once.    We think this photo matches up with this selection from the Messiah, as the prophecy foretells a similar stunning experience with the proclamation to come.

Merry Christmas!

Photo by Peter Wuebker

Photo by Peter Wuebker

And the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it
together: for the mouth of the Lord hath spoken it. (Isaiah 40:5)

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PRAY WHITHER SAILED THOSE SHIPS ALL THREE . . .

by Betsy Wuebker on December 23, 2008

Pete took this photograph in Hong Kong many years ago.  These three speedy little water taxis deftly wend their way through a complicated maze of moorings - a different take on the metaphor for the universal message in the traditional English carol.  Merry Christmas!

Photo by Pete Wuebker

Photo by Pete Wuebker

I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day, on Christmas day;
I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day in the morning.

And what was in those ships all three,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day?
And what was in those ships all three,
On Christmas day in the morning?

Our Savior Christ and His lady,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day;
Our Savior Christ and His lady,
On Christmas day in the morning.

Pray whither sailed those ships all three,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day?
Pray whither sailed those ships all three,
On Christmas day in the morning?

O they sailed into Bethlehem,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day,
O they sailed into Bethlehem,
On Christmas day in the morning.

And all the bells on earth shall ring,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day;
And all the bells on earth shall ring,
On Christmas day in the morning.

And all the angels in Heav’n shall sing,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day;
And all the angels in Heav’n shall sing,
On Christmas day in the morning.

And all the souls on Earth shall sing,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day;
And all the souls on Earth shall sing,
On Christmas day in the morning.

Then let us all rejoice amain,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day;
Then let us rejoice amain,
On Christmas day in the morning.

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LED BY THE LIGHT . . .

by Betsy Wuebker on December 22, 2008

This is the view from the windows of the family cabin in Northern Minnesota.  It is one of our most favorite places, filled with peace and tranquility.  The sunsets and sunrises are truly glorious, and light often dances on the ice.  We thought this photograph was a good match with another of our favorite Christmas Carols, O Holy Night.  Merry Christmas!

Photo by Pete Wuebker

Photo by Pete Wuebker

O holy night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of our dear Saviour’s birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining,
‘Til He appear’d and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.

Fall on your knees! O, hear the angels’ voices!
O night divine, O night when Christ was born;
O night divine, O night, O night Divine.

Led by the light of Faith serenely beaming,
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.
So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming,
Here come the wise men from Orient land.
The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger;
In all our trials born to be our friend.

He knows our need, to our weakness is no stranger,
Behold your King! Before Him lowly bend!
Behold your King, Behold your King.

Truly He taught us to love one another;
His law is love and His gospel is peace.
Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother;
And in His name all oppression shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
Let all within us praise His holy name.

Christ is the Lord! O praise His Name forever,
His power and glory evermore proclaim.
His power and glory evermore proclaim.

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EVERY VALLEY SHALL BE EXALTED . . .

by Betsy Wuebker on December 21, 2008

In case you’ve just joined us, we’re doing a series of Christmas cards, matching Pete’s photography with favorite music. Probably the most universally beloved is the masterwork, Handel’s Messiah, the story behind which is as fascinating as its performances are enthralling.

This photo was taken east of Denali, from a vantage point that could convince almost anyone to take joyous flight, just as Handel’s notes paint the Biblical text into a magnificent landscape. We can imagine Handel’s angelic aria wafting over the landscape while the skies churn and the miraculous transformations in the prophecy take hold. We’ve embedded a recording so you may listen while you gaze.

Merry Christmas!

Photo by Pete Wuebker

Photo by Pete Wuebker

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Every valley shall be exalted, and every mountain and hill shall be made low: and the crooked shall be made straight, and the rough places plain. Isaiah 40:4

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ENTHRONED IN WORLDS ABOVE . . .

by Betsy Wuebker on December 20, 2008

In case you’re just joining us, this post is part of our series of Christmas cards, where we pair Pete’s photographs with favorite carols.  The “worlds above” in this photograph are filled with heavenly sunlight, which was rare while we were in Denali National Park this summer.  While this hymn is more traditionally sung at other times during the year, we thought it was a good match.

Merry Christmas!

Photo by Pete Wuebker

Photo by Pete Wuebker

Crown Him with many crowns, the Lamb upon His throne.
Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns all music but its own.
Awake, my soul, and sing of Him who died for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchless King through all eternity.

Crown Him the virgin’s Son, the God incarnate born,
Whose arm those crimson trophies won which now His brow adorn;
Fruit of the mystic rose, as of that rose the stem;
The root whence mercy ever flows, the Babe of Bethlehem.

Crown Him the Son of God, before the worlds began,
And ye who tread where He hath trod, crown Him the Son of Man;
Who every grief hath known that wrings the human breast,
And takes and bears them for His own, that all in Him may rest.

Crown Him the Lord of life, who triumphed over the grave,
And rose victorious in the strife for those He came to save.
His glories now we sing, who died, and rose on high,
Who died eternal life to bring, and lives that death may die.

Crown Him the Lord of peace, whose power a scepter sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease, and all be prayer and praise.
His reign shall know no end, and round His piercèd feet
Fair flowers of paradise extend their fragrance ever sweet.

Crown Him the Lord of love, behold His hands and side,
Those wounds, yet visible above, in beauty glorified.
No angel in the sky can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his burning eye at mysteries so bright.

Crown Him the Lord of Heaven, enthroned in worlds above,
Crown Him the King to Whom is given the wondrous name of Love.
Crown Him with many crowns, as thrones before Him fall;
Crown Him, ye kings, with many crowns, for He is King of all.

Crown Him the Lord of lords, who over all doth reign,
Who once on earth, the incarnate Word, for ransomed sinners slain,
Now lives in realms of light, where saints with angels sing
Their songs before Him day and night, their God, Redeemer, King.

Crown Him the Lord of years, the Potentate of time,
Creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime.
All hail, Redeemer, hail! For Thou has died for me;
Thy praise and glory shall not fail throughout eternity.

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SOME CHILDREN SEE HIM . . .

by Betsy Wuebker on December 19, 2008

I’ve always thought this photo Pete took in Asia many years ago reveals an old soul.  I’ve wondered about this boy and what he knows.  This lesser-known carol, written in 1951 by Wihla Hutson and Alfred Burt, (from my home state of Michigan) speaks of children in different places seeing the Messiah as they see themselves.  I’d like to think that this photograph reveals the heavenly face we seek.  We found a lovely recording set to more images of  children here.

Merry Christmas!

Photo by Pete Wuebker

Photo by Pete Wuebker

Some children see Him lily white,
the baby Jesus born this night.
Some children see Him lily white,
with tresses soft and fair.

Some children see Him bronzed and brown,
The Lord of heav’n to earth come down.
Some children see Him bronzed and brown,
with dark and heavy hair.

Some children see Him almond-eyed,
this Savior whom we kneel beside.
some children see Him almond-eyed,
with skin of yellow hue.

Some children see Him dark as they,
sweet Mary’s Son to whom we pray.
Some children see him dark as they,
and, ah! they love Him, too!

The children in each different place
will see the baby Jesus’ face
like theirs, but bright with heavenly grace,
and filled with holy light.

O lay aside each earthly thing
and with thy heart as offering,
come worship now the infant King.
‘Tis love that’s born tonight!

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