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THE BIRTH OF CHRIST

That there are in our own as in ancient days
  The Scribes and the Pharisees;
That the Mount of Transfiguration still
  Looks down on these Christian lands,
And the glorified ones from that holy hill
  Are reaching their helping hands.
    These be the words our music tells
    Of solemn joy, O Christmas Bells!


THE BIRTH OF CHRIST
ALFRED TENNYSON

The time draws near the birth of Christ;
  The moon is hid — the night is still;
  The Christmas bells from hill to hill
Answer each other in the mist.

Four voices of four hamlets round,
  From far and near, on mead and moor,
  Swell out and fail, as if a door
Were shut between me and the sound.

Each voice four changes on the wind,
  That now dilate and now decrease,
  Peace and good-will, good-will and peace,
Peace and good-will to all mankind.

Rise, happy morn! rise, holy morn!
  Draw forth the cheerful day from night;
  O Father! touch the east, and light
The light that shone when hope was born!