The Poet of Ruhleben, item 9

• April 5, 2017 16:30:13 Lucas Diaz

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  The Sun with gasps of golden breath

  Drowns beyond the hills of Death,

  So the anguish of the night

  Throb beneath the lesser light;

  Till the sun, rising again,

  Nearer brings the Son of Man.

   
  

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  CAROL AND CHRISTMAS ODE

   
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  THE GLORY OF GOD

   
  

  In a stable dark and mean,

  Near two thousand years ago,

  The Lord of Love and Light was seen

  First in flesh by folk below.

   
  

  Soft the Virgin Mother glows

  O'er the Darling of her breast,

  Clear from Him a radiance flows

  Sprung from neither East nor West.

   
  

  Comes a tap upon the door,

  Certain simple shepherds stand 

   
  

   
  

• April 5, 2017 16:29:50 Lucas Diaz

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  The Sun with gasps of golden breath

  Drowns beyond the hills of Death,

  So the anguish of the night

  Throb beneath the lesser light;

  Till the sun, rising again,

  Nearer brings the Son of Man.

  
  

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  CAROL AND CHRISTMAS ODE

  
  

  THE GLORY OF GOD

  
  

  In a stable dark and mean,

  Near two thousand years ago,

  The Lord of Love and Light was seen

  First in flesh by folk below.

  
  

  Soft the Virgin Mother glows

  O'er the Darling of her breast,

  Clear from Him a radiance flows

  Sprung from neither East nor West.

  
  

  Comes a tap upon the door,

  Certain simple shepherds stand 

  
  

  
  

  
  

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• April 5, 2017 16:19:19 Lucas Diaz

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  The Sun with gasps of golden breath

  Drowns beyond the hills of Death,

  So the anguish of the night

  Throb beneath the lesser light;

  Till the sun, rising again,

  Nearer brings the Son of Man.

  
  

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• April 5, 2017 16:18:49 Lucas Diaz

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  The Sun with gasps of golden breath

  Drowns beyond the hills of Death,

  So the anguish of the night

  Throb beneath the lesser light;

  Till the sun, rising again,

  Nearer brings the Son of Man.

  
  

  
  

  
  

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