Page:Our American Holidays - Christmas.djvu/42

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
This page has been validated.

God rest ye, all good Christians; upon this blessed morn
The Lord of all good Christians was of a woman born:
Now all your sorrows He doth heal, your sins He takes away;
For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas-day.


Hushed are the pigeons cooing low
   On dusty rafters of the loft;
   And mild-eyed oxen, breathing soft,
Sleep on the fragrant hay below.

Dim shadows in the corner hide;
   The glimmering lantern's rays are shed
   Where one young lamb just lifts his head,
Then huddles 'gainst his mother's side.

Strange silence tingles in the air;
   Through the half-open door a bar
   Of light from one low-hanging star
Touches a baby's radiant hair.

No sound: the mother, kneeling, lays
   Her cheek against the little face.
   Oh human love! Oh heavenly grace!
'Tis yet in silence that she prays!