Christmas Eve The soft light from a stable door Lies on the midnight lands; The wise men's star burns evermore, Over all the desert sands. Unto all peoples of the earth A little Child brought light; And never in the darkest place Can it be utter night. No flickering torch, no wavering fire, But Light the Life of men; Whatever clouds may veil the sky, Never is night again.
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A nation is a society united by a delusion about its ancestry and by common hatred of its neighbours.
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The love I bear Christ is but a faint and feeble spark, but it is an emanation from himself: He read more
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