See also Christmas Poems of Catherine Winkworth
Selections from the first and second series of Lyra Germanica
A spotless Rose is blowing Sprung from a tender root, Of ancient seersí foreshowing, Of Jesse promised fruit; Its fairest bud unfolds to light Amid the cold, cold winter And in the dark midnight.
The Rose which I am singing, Whereof Isaiah said, Is from its sweet root springing In Mary, purest Maid; For through our Godís great love and might The blessed babe she bare us In a cold, cold winterís night.
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