O strange indifference!-low and high Drowsed over common joys and cares: One that shall thrill the world for ever! Centuries ago. It is the calm and solemn night! A thousand bells ring out, and throw The darkness, charmed and holy now. To it a happy name is given; For in that stable lay new-born The peaceful Prince of Earth and Heaven, Centuries ago. 199 Alfred Domett [1811-1887] "WHILE SHEPHERDS WATCHED THEIR FLOCKS BY NIGHT" WHILE shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. "Fear not," said he, for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind; "Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind. "To you, in David's town, this day The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord, And this shall be the sign: "The heavenly babe you there shall find All meanly wrapped in swaddling bands, Thus spake the seraph; and forthwith Of angels, praising God, who thus "All glory be to God on high, And to the earth be peace; Good will henceforth from Heaven to men Begin and never cease." Nahum Tate [1652-1715] CHRISTMAS CAROLS It came upon the midnight clear, From heaven's all-gracious King" The world in solemn stillness lay Still through the cloven skies they come Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hovering wing, And ever o'er its Babel-sounds The blessed angels sing. But with the woes of sin and strife The Angels And man, at war with man, hears not And hear the angels sing! And ye, beneath life's crushing load, For lo! the days are hastening on And the whole world give back the song Which now the angels sing. 201 Edmund Hamilton Sears [1810-1876] THE ANGELS From "Flowers of Sion" RUN, shepherds, run where Bethlehem blest appears. A Saviour there is born more old than years, A weakling did him bear, who all upbears; There is he poorly swaddled, in manger laid, To whom too narrow swaddlings are our spheres: Thus singing, through the air the angels swarm, William Drummond [1585-1649] THE BURNING BABE As I in hoary winter's night And lifting up a fearful eye To view what fire was near, Who, scorched with excessive heat, Such floods of tears did shed, As though His floods should quench His flames, "Alas!" quoth He, "but newly born In fiery heats I fry, Yet none approach to warm their hearts "My faultless breast the furnace is; The fuel, wounding thorns; The ashes, shames and scorns; The fuel Justice layeth on, And Mercy blows the coals, The metal in this furnace wrought For which, as now on fire I am So will I melt into a bath, To wash them in my blood." That it was Christmas Day. Robert Southwell [1561?-1595] Christmas Carol 203 TRYSTE NOËL THE OX he openeth wide the Doore, Now soone from Sleep A Starre shall leap, And soone arrive both King and Hinde: But O, the place co'd I but finde! The Ox hath hushed his voyce and bent Full Warme and Sweete His bowerie Breath doth meeklie dwell: But sore am I with Vaine Travel! The Ox is host in Judah stall And Host of more than onelie one, For close she gathereth withal Our Lorde her littel Sonne. Glad Hinde and King Their Gyfte may bring, But wo'd to-night my Teares were there, Amen, Amen: Between her Bosom and His hayre! Louise Imogen Guiney [1861 CHRISTMAS CAROL As Joseph was a-waukin', |