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THE NATIVITY.
“And the City had no need of the Sun, neither of the Moon,
to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.”
Rev. xxi. 23.
Sweet sounds on high this night have birth,
And sounds as sweet on earth;
Where Heav'n is heard, from a bright stooping cloud,
With music ringing loud:
Less than angelic voice might well be mute,
Such more than heavenly theme to suit.
And sounds as sweet on earth;
Where Heav'n is heard, from a bright stooping cloud,
With music ringing loud:
Less than angelic voice might well be mute,
Such more than heavenly theme to suit.
The stars of night are drawing near,
Each on his crystal sphere,
That Angel's voice to hear;
And, from their mazy rout,
That walks the Heav'ns about,
They send a silver scout,
A glowing pursuivant,
To lead the hearts and eyes
Of men celestial wise,
To where, around the homely shed of want,
The Infinite deep skies their legion'd squadrons plant.
Each on his crystal sphere,
That Angel's voice to hear;
And, from their mazy rout,
That walks the Heav'ns about,
They send a silver scout,
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To lead the hearts and eyes
Of men celestial wise,
To where, around the homely shed of want,
The Infinite deep skies their legion'd squadrons plant.
See, the rays, His brows adorning,
Are the light of endless morning,
From that lowly cradle shining;
O'er the Heav'n-born babe reclining,
With a more than speaking gaze
Blending joy with dread amaze,
Hangs the holy Mother maid:
While, within the darker shade,
Comes there round a wond'ring group,—
Some gaze, and some adoring stoop;
And the ox with horned brow
Stands beside; and, bending low,
He whose shoulders graven deep
Aye his Master's mark shall keep,
Unconscious that their Lord is there,
Their heritage of pain to bear.
Are the light of endless morning,
From that lowly cradle shining;
O'er the Heav'n-born babe reclining,
With a more than speaking gaze
Blending joy with dread amaze,
Hangs the holy Mother maid:
While, within the darker shade,
Comes there round a wond'ring group,—
Some gaze, and some adoring stoop;
And the ox with horned brow
Stands beside; and, bending low,
He whose shoulders graven deep
Aye his Master's mark shall keep,
Unconscious that their Lord is there,
Their heritage of pain to bear.
See throughout the casement drear
The old mountains standing near:
Is it Heav'n, or is it earth,
Which is gath'ring round His birth?
For within the womb of night
There hath sprung unwonted light:
Lo, where, startled at the day,
Darkness looks into the room:
And, afar, within the gloom
War and Rapine haste away
From light, around His childhood streaming;
And, with half-averted brow,
Pride is hast'ning down below,
'Mid the darker shadows gleaming.
The old mountains standing near:
Is it Heav'n, or is it earth,
Which is gath'ring round His birth?
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There hath sprung unwonted light:
Lo, where, startled at the day,
Darkness looks into the room:
And, afar, within the gloom
War and Rapine haste away
From light, around His childhood streaming;
And, with half-averted brow,
Pride is hast'ning down below,
'Mid the darker shadows gleaming.
Hasten with light-footed glee,
Let us join the jubilee,
Where the shepherd and the king,
And angelic squadrons sing;—
Over sea, and over land,
Knitted in one brother's band;
Where the joyous accents run,
Never ending, ne'er begun,
And the Heav'ns take up the song,
With harmonious thunders strong,
And twice ten thousand worlds the wondrous theme prolong.
Let us join the jubilee,
Where the shepherd and the king,
And angelic squadrons sing;—
Over sea, and over land,
Knitted in one brother's band;
Where the joyous accents run,
Never ending, ne'er begun,
And the Heav'ns take up the song,
With harmonious thunders strong,
And twice ten thousand worlds the wondrous theme prolong.
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