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They saw a glorious light
Are seen in glitt'ring ranks, with wings displayed.
Sounds of so sweet a tone,
Before were never known,
But when of old the sons of morning sung,
While God disposed in air
Each constellation fair,
And the well balanced world on hinges hung.
"Hail, hail, auspicious morn!
The Saviour Christ is born,"
(Such was the immortal seraph's song sublime,) Glory to God in heaven!
To man sweet peace be given,
Sweet peace and friendship to the end of time!" Milton (altered by Dr Gardiner.)
OH! lovely voices of the sky
To us yet speak the strains,
Oh! clear and shining light, whose beams
Of hope, and joy, and faith :
Oh! star which led to Him, whose love Brought down man's ransom free, Where art thou ? — 'midst the host above,
May we still gaze on thee?
In heaven thou art not set,
Thy rays earth may not dim;
"And they came with haste, and found Mary and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger."—Luke ii. 16.
THE shepherds went their hasty way,
And now they checked their eager tread,
They told her how a glorious light,
Streaming from a heavenly throng,
While sweeter than a Mother's song, Blest Angels heralded the Saviour's birth, Glory to God on high! and Peace on Earth.
She listen'd to the tale divine,
And closer still the Babe she press'd;
Thou Mother of the Prince of Peace,
That Strife should vanish, Battle cease,
O why should this thy soul elate? Sweet music's loudest note, the Poet's story, Didst thou ne'er love to hear of Fame and Glory?
And is not War a youthful King, A stately Hero clad in mail? Beneath his footsteps laurels spring; Him Earth's majestic monarchs hail Their Friend, their Playmate! and his bold bright eye Compels the maiden's love-confessing sigh.
"Tell this in some more courtly scene,
And therefore is my Soul elate.
"War is a ruffian, all with guilt defil'd, "That from the aged Father tears his Child!
"A murderous fiend, by fiends ador'd,
"He kills the Sire and starves the Son; "The Husband kills, and from her board "Steals all his Widow's toil had won; "Plunders God's world of beauty; rends away "All safety from the Night, all comfort from the
Joy rises in me, like a summer's morn:
'Peace, Peace on Earth, the Prince of Peace is
S. T. Coleridge.
"Then wisely is my soul elate,
"That Strife should vanish, Battle cease: "I'm poor and of a low estate,
"The Mother of the Prince of Peace.
"And lo, the star, which they saw in the east, went before them." - Matt. ii. 9.
BRIGHTER than the rising day,
Sparkling in Golconda's mines;
The Star that rose in Bethlehem.
When our eyes are dimm'd with tears,