Thou Whose BirthThis doesn't sound like the Algernon Charles Swinburne I knowpurportedly by A. C. SwinburneThou whose birth on earth Angels sang to men, While the stars made mirth, Savior, at thy birth This day born again. As this night was bright With thy cradle-ray, Very light of light, Turn the wild world's night To thy perfect day. Bid our peace increase Thou that madest morn, Bid oppressions cease; Bid the night be peace Bid the day be born.
Christmas Poems
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