Rise, Happy Morn
Rise, happy morn; rise, holy morn;
Draw forth the cheerful day from night:
O Father, touch the east,
And light the light that shone when
Hope was born.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 – 1892)
Didn't see much point in putting this behind a cut. Remarkably, it's not the shortest poem I'm going to post during this Advent and Christmastide; "Rise, Happy Morn has a whopping twenty-eight words, and there's a twenty-seven worder coming up in a few days. More lines, though, for what that's worth.
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