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In The Bleak Midwinter
(5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894 / London)

In The Bleak Midwinter

Poem By Christina Georgina Rossetti

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.

Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, Whom cherubim, worship night and day,
Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, Whom angels fall before,
The ox and ass and camel which adore.

Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged 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: give my heart.

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Comments (4)

Love this poem, which has been made a song (hymn) .
Beautiful worship of the babe in the manger
Nice work with the muse of mankind and the ways of the universe. Thanks for sharing.
Nice poem, we all are poor when it comes to giving whatever it may be, thanks for sharing...