(ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)
XI. How winter and night seemed to tone their soverity.
The winter is past - Cant. II., 11.
And a light shine to in darkness. - John i., 5.
surely winter seem’d to pass away, and north be home to every suffian[?] blast, as if they could there now, no longer stay. Soon gentl [?] from the south made hosts
Around the stable, where the infant lay, to sweep the roof of snows thereon amass’d. Night too, which o’er the place his gloom had cast, when winter left, did not make much delay. It’s was as if his hours had quickly pass’d on that himself, had gather’d in dismay, His robe of darkness, and had vanish’d fast, before the light of some mysterious day! But that day was not of earth, for it did rise, not from the east, but from the infants eyes.
(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)
Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha.