“It was the winter wild
While the Heav'n-born child
All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies.”

— John Milton , On the Morning of Christ's Nativity

Hymn, stanza 1, line 29
On the Morning of Christ's Nativity (1629)

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English epic poet 1608–1674

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