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As I in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow, <br />Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow ; <br />And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near, <br />A pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear ; <br /><br />Who, scorched with excessive heat, such floods of tears did shed <br />As though his floods should quench his flames which with his tears were fed. <br />Alas, quoth he, but newly born in fiery heats I fry, <br />Yet none approach to warm their hearts or feel my fire but I! <br /><br />My faultless breast the furnace is, the fuel wounding thorns, <br />Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke, the ashes shame and scorns ; <br />The fuel justice layeth on, and mercy blows the coals, <br />The metal in this furnace wrought are men's defilèd souls, <br /><br />For which, as now on fire I am to work them to their good, <br />So will I melt into a bath to wash them in my blood. <br />With this he vanished out of sight and swiftly shrunk away, <br />And straight I callèd unto mind that it was Christmas day.
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As I in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow, <br />Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow ; <br />And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near, <br />A pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear ; <br /><br />Who, scorched with excessive heat, such floods of tears did shed <br />As though his floods should quench his flames which with his tears were fed. <br />Alas, quoth he, but newly born in fiery heats I fry, <br />Yet none approach to warm their hearts or feel my fire but I! <br /><br />My faultless breast the furnace is, the fuel wounding thorns, <br />Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke, the ashes shame and scorns ; <br />The fuel justice layeth on, and mercy blows the coals, <br />The metal in this furnace wrought are men's defilèd souls, <br /><br />For which, as now on fire I am to work them to their good, <br />So will I melt into a bath to wash them in my blood. <br />With this he vanished out of sight and swiftly shrunk away, <br />And straight I callèd unto mind that it was Christmas day.
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