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CHRISTMAS MORNING, by                    
First Line: With pen of golden beams the morning writes
Last Line: His voice is calling, gently as of yore.
Subject(s): Christmas; Nativity, The


With pen of golden beams the morning writes
The ever-joyous tidings: "Peace on Earth!"
On swan-white plains and winter-silvered heights,
Proclaiming to a grieving world the birth
Of Him whose hand could still the raging seas,
And, gently speaking, troubled hearts appease.

His kindly face smiles in the rose-hued dawn
This Christmas morn, had we but eyes to see.
To visioned realms of hope He leads us on,
Would we but follow, give our hearts in fee.
Above the tumult, distant cannon's roar,
His voice is calling, gently as of yore.





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