Poems (Eddy)/Christmas Morn

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CHRISTMAS MORN
BLEST Christmas morn, though murky clouds   Pursue thy way, Thy light was born where storm enshrouds   Nor dawn nor day!
Dear Christ, forever here and near,   No cradle song, No natal hour and mother's tear,   To thee belong.
Thou God-idea, Life-encrowned,   The Bethlehem babe—Beloved, replete, by flesh embound—  Was but thy shade!
Thou gentle beam of living Love,   And deathless Life! Truth infinite,—so far above   All mortal strife,
Or cruel creed, or earth-born taint:   Fill us today With all thou art—be thou our saint,   Our stay, alway.

December, 1898.

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