Happiest of bells
Above hamlets rung
A wintry midnight, for to echo
A joyous news sung.
From the height of heights
Shook out, long ago
Waves of peace, for whose glory, framed
Angel's godly show.
Whilst for a throned birth
King of kings, cradling
Littlest of towns honour-enwreathed was.
Lowliest, strawed in.
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