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John Greenleaf Whittier - The Christmas Of 1888John Greenleaf Whittier - The Christmas Of 1888
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Low in the east, against a white, cold dawn, The black-lined silhouette of the woods was drawn, And on a wintry waste Of frosted streams and hillsides bare and brown, Through thin cloud-films, a pallid ghost looked down, The waning moon half-faced! In that pale sky and sere, snow-waiting earth, What sign was there of the immortal birth? What herald of the One? Lo! swift as thought the heavenly radiance came, A rose-red splendor swept the sky like flame, Up rolled the round, bright sun! And all was changed. From a transfigured world The moon`s ghost fled, the smoke of home-hearths curled Up the still air unblown. In Orient warmth and brightness, did that morn O`er Nain and Nazareth, when the Christ was born, Break fairer than our own? The morning`s promise noon and eve fulfilled In warm, soft sky and landscape hazy-hilled And sunset fair as they; A sweet reminder of His holiest time, A summer-miracle in our winter clime, God gave a perfect day. The near was blended with the old and far, And Bethlehem`s hillside and the Magi`s star Seemed here, as there and then,-- Our homestead pine-tree was the Syrian palm, Our heart`s desire the angels` midnight psalm, Peace, and good-will to men!
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