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j Given, not lent, I And not withdrawn—once sent, This Infant of mankind, this One, Is still the little welcome Son. Even as the cold Keen winter grows not old, As childhood is so fresh, foreseen, And spring in the familiar green.
New every year, New-born and newly dear, He comes with tidings and a song, The ages long, the ages long; Sudden as sweet Come the expected feet. All joy is young, and new all art, And He, too, Whom we have by heart. —Alice Meynell.
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New Zealand Tablet, Volume LII, Issue 51, 23 December 1925, Page 53
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88UNKNOWN New Zealand Tablet, Volume LII, Issue 51, 23 December 1925, Page 53
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