Poems (Coolidge)/Christmas

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4474211Poems — ChristmasHelen Elizabeth Coolidge
CHRISTMAS
It comes again! how shall I praise
The tiny Babe in manger laid!
How keep this blessed day of days
Whereon the priceless Gift was made.

Once more I hear the angel's song
Of "Peace, good will toward men";
To every age it doth belong.
Now echoed far and near again.

Thy Bethlehem, O heart, must be
The birth of new, of pure desire,
Else Christmas meaneth nought to thee
Who may not join the heavenly choir.

The wondrous Star take still as guide;
With eye of faith behold it shine:
So shall thy life be sanctified
An offering meet at manger shrine.