Until I wander'd through the world
I did not know
That even in Bethlehem
Falls the white soft snow.
Then I did imagine how
A morning long ago
Reflected light from all the land
Flooded through the door.
And lit the spidery rafters
Above the sleeping child
Whose eyes were lifted up to
A mother mild.
And such a radiance was around
On ass and munching cow
Some said because a child was born
And some because of snow.
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