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Sting If On A Winter S Night

Lo, How a Rose E?er Blooming Lo, how a rose e?er blooming From tender stem hath sprung, Of Jesse?s lineage coming, As men of old have sung. It came a

What power art thou who from below Hast made me unwillingly and slow From beds of everlasting snow? See'st thou not how stiff, how stiff and wondrous

In the snow there Stands a hurdy gurdy man, With his frozen fingers Plays as best he can. Barefoot on the ice He shuffles to and fro And his empty plate

Now Winter comes slowly, Pale, Meager, and Old, First trembling with Age, and then quiv'ring with Cold; Benum'd with hard Frosts, and with Snow cover'

, in winter cannot sting; I've seen a woman's anger melt betwixt the night and morn, Oh it's surely not a harder thing to tame a woman's scorn. Oh, never

1. There is no rose of such virtue As is the rose that bare Jesu; Alleluia. 2. For in this rose contained was Heaven and earth in little space; Res miranda

low down, low down to the ground And Mary gathered cherries while Joseph stood down And Mary gathered cherries while Joseph stood down Then Joseph took Mary all on

, in Winter cannot sting, I've seen a woman's anger melt between the night and morn And it's surely not a harder thing to tame a woman's scorn. Oh never

stem hath sprung! Of Jesse's lineage coming, As those of old have sung. It came, a floweret bright, Amid the cold of winter, When half spent was the night