It was the Winter wilde,While the Heav’n-born-childe,All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies;Nature in aw to himHad doff’t her gawdy trim,With her great Master so to sympathize:It was no season then for herTo wanton with the Sun her lusty Paramour.
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1 passage by John Milton, from Hymn on the Morning of Christ's Nativity. John Milton died in 1674, so the words are in the public domain. Every passage is copied word for word from the Project Gutenberg text.
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