I.

Who can forget, never to be forgot,

The time, that all the world in slumber lies:

When, like the stars, the singing angels shot

To earth, and heaven awaked all his eyes,

To see another sun at midnight rise

On earth? was never sight of pareil fame:

For God before, man like himself did frame,

But God himself now like a mortal man became.

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