Unto Us A Son Is Given

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Title:     Unto Us A Son Is Given
Author: Alice Meynell [More Titles by Meynell]

Given, not lent,
And not withdrawn--once sent--
This Infant of mankind, this One,
Is still the little welcome Son.

New every year,
New-born and newly dear,
He comes with tidings and a song,
The ages long, the ages long.

Even as the cold
Keen winter grows not old;
As childhood is so fresh, foreseen,
And spring in the familiar green;

Sudden as sweet
Come the expected feet.
All joy is young, and new all art,
And He, too, Whom we have by heart.

[The end]
Alice Meynell's poem: Unto Us A Son Is Given

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