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CHRISTMAS

Or say, if this new Birth of ours Sleeps, laid within some ark of flowers, Spangled with dew-light; thou canst clear All doubts, and manifest the where. Declare to us, bright star, if we shall seek Him in the morning's blushing cheek, Or search the beds of spices through, To find him out? Star.—No, this ye need not do; But only come and see Him rest, A princely babe, in's mother's breast.

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HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS

FELICIA HEMANS

Oh! lovely voices of the sky    Which hymned the Saviour's birth, Are ye not singing still on high,    Ye that sang, "Peace on earth";       To us yet speak the strains          Wherewith, in time gone by,       Ye blessed the Syrian swains,          Oh! voices of the sky! Oh! clear and shining light, whose beams    That hour Heaven's glory shed,