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Hymn On The Morning Of Christ's Nativity

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IT was the Winter wilde,
While the Heav'n-born-childe,
   All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies;
Nature in aw to him
Had doff't her gawdy trim,
   With her great Master so to sympathize:
It was no season then for her
To wanton with the Sun her lusty Paramour.

Only with speeches fair

She woo's the gentle Air
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Seamus O Brian 09 December 2016

Yea Truth, and Justice then Will down return to men, The harbinger of peace appeared, announcing good will to men. The world longingly waits for the final fulfillment of that beautiful sentiment. This is a prodigious work, every line filled with allegory and rich imagery. A standard bearer well worthy of striving after.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 09 December 2016

Bright-harnest Angles sit in order serviceable A great hymn on the morning. Thanks for sharing it here.

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Edward Kofi Louis 09 December 2016

Anthems of life! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 09 December 2014

A great poem on Jesus Christ and it is from the famous poet and it is great.

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Dr John Celes 05 December 2014

The birth of Jesus Christ, redeemer of the human race described with poetic genius, literary excellence and words of choice for the purpose that is so very enjoyable to the average reader of poetry -the mark of a bard with innate skill and word-painting capabilities.

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