Now burn, new born to the world,
   Doubled-naturéd name,
The heaven-flung, heart-fleshed, maiden-furled
   Miracle-in-Mary-of-flame,
Mid-numbered He in three of the thunder-throne!
Not a dooms-day dazzle in his coming nor dark
     as he came;
   Kind, but royally reclaiming his own;
A released shower, let flash to the shire, not
     a lightning of fire hard-hurled.
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