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CHRISTMAS.
"This is time, when most divine to hear,
The voice of Adoration rouses me,
As with a cherub's trump; and high upborne,
Yea, mingling with the choir, I seem to view
The vision of the heavenly multitude,
Who hymned the song of Peace o'er Bethlehem's fields."
Coleridge.
The voice of Adoration rouses me,
As with a cherub's trump; and high upborne,
Yea, mingling with the choir, I seem to view
The vision of the heavenly multitude,
Who hymned the song of Peace o'er Bethlehem's fields."
Coleridge.
A star hangs bright o'er Bethlehem's vale—
Angelic voices wake the morn;
And shepherds hear the wond'rous tale,
Jesus, the promised child, is born.
The harps of heaven on earth are strung:
Good will to men, by seraphs sung.
