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In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter
Long ago.

What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb,
If I were a wise man
I would do my part,
Yet what I can I give Him,
Give my heart.

De eerste en de laatste strofe van dit mooie lied, geschreven door Christina Rosetti in 1872. En of de ‘Him’ in de laatste strofe nu goddelijk of een geliefd mens voorstelt, dat ‘hart’ is wel een gewaardeerd geschenk. In het tumult van de laatste maanden, het pro of contra van wie of wat dan ook waarin ‘the wise man would do their part’ blijft mij , poor as I am, ook niets anders over dan het met veel liefde aan te bieden aan zij die van goede wille zijn, om andere gevleugelden-met -dienst te citeren.

The first and last strophe of this beautiful song, written by Christina Rosetti in 1872.  And whether the 'Him' in the last strophe represents the divine or a beloved human being, that 'heart' is a valued gift.  In the tumult of the last few months, the pro or con of whoever or whatever in which 'the wise man would do their part', all that remains for me, poor as I am, is to offer it with much love to those who are of good will, to quote other winged men of service.   

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