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A Spotless Rose is growing,
sprung from a tender root,
of ancient seers' foreshowing,
of Jesse promised fruit;
Its fairest bud unfolds to light
amid the cold, cold winter,
and in the dark midnight.
The Rose which I am singing,
whereof Isaiah said,
is from its sweet root springing
in Mary, purest Maid;
Through God's great love and might
The Blessed Babe she bare us
in a cold, cold winter's night. |
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