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In the Bleak Midwinter
Christina Rossetti
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind did moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.
Heaven cannot hold Him, nor the earth sustain;
Heav'n and earth shall flee away, when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter, a stable place sufficed;
Lord, our God incarnate, Jesus Christ.
Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshiped the Beloved with a holy kiss.
What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a wise man, I would do my part;
Yet what can I give Him, I give to Him my heart.
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