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In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone.
Snow had fallen…snow on snow.
Snow on snow
In the bleak mid-winter
Long ago.
Angels and Archangels
May have gathered there.
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air.
But His Mother only
In her maiden bliss
Worshipped the Beloved
With a 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 I can I give Him?
Give my heart.
