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[Written on Christmas-day, 1853, which fell upon the Sabbath.]

Mystery of mysteries! on this holy morn,
The Prince of an eternal realm of love,
The Godhead veiled, in lowliest guise was born,
While the far heavenly music pealed above.
Triumph of triumphs! this auspicious day,
The stern earth-agony subdued, and fled,
Beheld the dawn of his immortal sway,
The glorious resurrection from the dead.
In the long cycles that the years have run,
The course of their majestical advance,
Hath merged with solemn wedlock into one,
These sacred days' sublime significance.

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The birth that oped to man the heavenly gate,
And gave far glimpses of supernal light,
The glory of that distant, fair estate,
Faded so long from his despondent sight;
That birth was marvellous! but strange and grand,
More strange and grand was the great Conqueror's rise
From the dim confines of the shadowy land,
Whose gloom had palsied faith, and dimmed the skies.
Thus did the mortal learn immortal trust,
Spurn the base ends for which his soul had striven,
Shake from his garment earth's degrading dust,
And hail a home and brotherhood in Heaven.