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When the first Christmas presents came, the straw where Christ was rolled / Smelt sweeter than their frankincense, burnt brighter than their gold, / And a wise man said, "We will not give; the thanks would be but cold."
"Nay," said the next, "To all new gifts, to this gift or another, / Bends the high gratitude of God; even as He now, my brother, / Who had a Father for all time, yet thanks Him for a Mother.