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A hundred times, with clangorous shout and din,Have tower and steeple hailed the New Year in;
A myriad brazen throats, a hundred times,
Have wildly chanted forth their Christmas chimes;
A hundred times the ancient world hath rolled
Out of the lap of summer, warm with gold,
Into the bleaching wind and drenching rain,
Since first the wondrous peasant felt the air,
Since first above his head a mother's prayer
Went fluttering up to God, amid the angelic train.
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