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CHRISTMAS DAY.
The birthday of the world, of all and mine
Is every dawn that makes the shadow shine
And brings a glory;
The faith can turn the very dust divine,
And in each action read the Gospel story.
Shall worship be
Alone in shrines, and not in hearts set free?
Is every dawn that makes the shadow shine
And brings a glory;
The faith can turn the very dust divine,
And in each action read the Gospel story.
Shall worship be
Alone in shrines, and not in hearts set free?
For Christ is born again within the breast
That opens to Him as a gracious Guest,
And does Him honour;
There is no mother or maid by Him possest,
Who is not thereby crowned a sweet Madonna.
The Spirit speaks
Always to spirit, on the virgin peaks.
That opens to Him as a gracious Guest,
And does Him honour;
There is no mother or maid by Him possest,
Who is not thereby crowned a sweet Madonna.
The Spirit speaks
Always to spirit, on the virgin peaks.
Yea, all that have in any good a part
If man or woman, in their life or art,
Are big with beauty;
The baby Christ is at each loving heart
That works with God and does some simple duty.
In labour or play,
That takes in God, it's ever Christmas Day.
If man or woman, in their life or art,
Are big with beauty;
The baby Christ is at each loving heart
That works with God and does some simple duty.
In labour or play,
That takes in God, it's ever Christmas Day.
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