 | The poems of Robert Traill Spence Lowell |  |
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A CHRISTMAS HYMN.
The first time that the skies grew bright,
When Heaven lay open wide,
And angels gleamed adown the night
Of one still country-side;
When Heaven lay open wide,
And angels gleamed adown the night
Of one still country-side;
'Twas when the Almighty Heir of All
Came forth, a helpless child,
Amid the darkness of a stall,
And through our nature smiled.
Came forth, a helpless child,
Amid the darkness of a stall,
And through our nature smiled.
Far down in Being, but forgot
By none who watched afar,
Above the lowly, hidden spot
Was buoyed one floating star.
By none who watched afar,
Above the lowly, hidden spot
Was buoyed one floating star.
Then angels, up the heights of sky,
Flashed glory with their shout,
And o'er the wide earth sleeping nigh,
Fell words of peace about.
Flashed glory with their shout,
And o'er the wide earth sleeping nigh,
Fell words of peace about.
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