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On the First Day of Christmas . . .

Lo, how a rose e’er blooming From tender stem hath sprung Of Jesse’s lineage coming as prophets long have sung, It came a flow’ret bright Amid the cold of winter When half spent was the night. Isaiah ’twas foretold it The rose I have… Continue Reading “On the First Day of Christmas . . .”