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Sunday, December 18, 2005
In the Bleak Midwinter
From the poem by Christina Rossetti:
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.