by Richard Crashaw (c1612 - 1649)

In the holy nativity of our lord 
Language: English 
Gloomy night embraced the place
Where the noble Infant lay.
The Babe looked up and showed His face;
In spite of darkness, it was day.
It was Thy day, Sweet! and did rise
Not from the East, but from Thine eyes.

It was Thy day, Sweet! and did rise
Not from the East, but from Thine eyes.

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This text was added to the website: 2013-10-02
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