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Given, not lent,
And not withdrawn -- once sent,
This Infant of mankind, this One,
Is still the little welcome Son.
New every year,
New born and newly dear,
He comes with tidings and a song,
The ages long, the ages long;
Even as the cold / Keen winter grows not old, / As childhood is so fresh, foreseen, / And spring in the familiar green --
Sudden as sweet / Come the expected feet.
All joy is young, and new all art, / And He, too, Whom we have by heart.