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In The Bleak Midwinter - original (and certainly beautiful) words from Christina Rosetti:

In the bleak midwinter, 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 midwinter, long ago.


Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged {rising} in 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... {I will} give my heart.