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Christmas hath a beauty ... lovelier than the world can show.

Christina Rossetti

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Christina Rossetti
Age: 64 †
Born: 1830
Born: December 5
Died: 1894
Died: December 29
Hymnwriter
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London
England
Christina Georgina Rossetti
Christina G. Rossetti
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Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.
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What is pink? A rose is pink By the fountain's brink.
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O Lord, who art our guide even unto death, grant us, I pray Thee, grace to follow Thee whithersoever Thou goest. In little daily duties to which Thou callest us, bow down our wills to simple obedience.
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To me it seems our duty towards the Bible is to obey its teaching in faith. I do not think we are bound to understand or account for all its utterances.
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What is green? The grass is green, With small flowers between. What is violet? Clouds are violet In the summer twilight. What is orange? Why, an orange, Just an orange!
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The lilies say: Behold how we Preach without words of purity.
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Let bygones be bygones.
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I have no wit, no words, no tears My heart within me like a stone Is numb'd too much for hopes or fears Look right, look left, I dwell alone I lift mine eyes, but dimm'd with grief No everlasting hills I see My life is in the falling leaf: O Jesus, quicken me.
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Oh that it were with me As with the flower Blooming on its own tree For butterfly and bee Its summer morns: That I might bloom mine hour A rose in spite of thorns. Oh that my work were done As birds' that soar Rejoicing in the sun: That when my time is run And daylight too, I so might rest once more Cool with refreshing dew.
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And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.
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When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me
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Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.
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I wish I could remember the first day, First hour, first moment of your meeting me If bright or dim the season it might be Summer or winter for aught I can say. So, unrecorded did it slip away, So blind was i to see and to forsee, So dull to mark the budding of my tree That would not blossom, yet, for many a May.
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Why does the sea moan evermore? Shut out from heaven it makes its moan, It frets against the boundary shore All earth's full rivers cannot fill The sea, that drinking thirsteth still.
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Love shall be our token love be yours and love be mine.
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Come to me in the silence of the night, Come to me in the speaking silence of a dream. Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright as sunlight on a stream. Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished years.
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Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.
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The downhill path is easy, but there's no turning back.
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As a tree my sin stands To darken all lands Death is the fruit it bore.
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Rest, rest at the heart's core . . . till joy shall overtake.
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