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Night before a Christmas morn – stars tarry; Hymns carry a world so torn To be saved by God's Yet-born. Night before a Christmas morn – all is seen Red and green. Our hearts, forsworn, Still are gifts to God's Low-born. Night before a Christmas morn – in the dark, Holy spark. Candles have borne Ev'ry soul to God's High-born. (The memory of my first Christmas at Universalist National Memorial Church, at the impressive “Recessional of the Candles” during “Silent Night”. This is a version of the ancient Welsh form englyn penfyr. Please note that I am NOT a religious fundamentalist.)