(PART II) - MISCELLANY
Books by Mary Baker Eddy

CHRISTMAS MORN
page 850


CHRISTMAS MORN



Blest Christmas morn, though
       murky clouds
     Pursue thy way,
Thy light was born where storm
       enshrouds
     Nor dawn nor day!

Dear Christ, forever here and near,
     No cradle song,
No natal hour and mother's tear,
     To thee belong.

Thou God-idea, Life-encrowned,
     The Bethlehem babe - 
Beloved, replete, by flesh embound - 
     Was but thy shade!

Thou gentle beam of living Love,
     And deathless Life!
Truth infinite, - so far above
     All mortal strife,

Or cruel creed, or earth-born taint:
     Fill us today
With all thou art - be thou our saint,
     Our stay, alway.

December, 1898.


PO 30




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