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THE BIRDS AT CHRISTMAS.
I heard birds singing
In the morning grey.
Bring us, Son of Mary
To Thy Holiday.
In the morning grey.
Bring us, Son of Mary
To Thy Holiday.
The birds were singing
In a full choir,
Bring us, Son of Mary,
To the World's Desire.
In a full choir,
Bring us, Son of Mary,
To the World's Desire.
The birds were haling
The sun from the East
Bring us Son of Mary
To thy Birthnight Feast.
The sun from the East
Bring us Son of Mary
To thy Birthnight Feast.
From clouds gold-crested
Leaped up the sun
O, Son of Mary,
And God's little One!
Leaped up the sun
O, Son of Mary,
And God's little One!
With the bare world gilded
Both bush and thorn,
I woke and knew
It was Christmas Morn.
Both bush and thorn,
I woke and knew
It was Christmas Morn.
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