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Hymn to Mithras
Praise for the sun born on this night Praise for the coming of the light On winter’s longest stretch of dark We praise the tiny, faintest spark Praise for the coming of the new Praise for the frost, soon turned … Continue reading
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Tagged Midwinter's Night, Mithras, paganism, ritual, seasons, winter, Yule
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