Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CHRISTMAS EVE AT BETHLEHEM, by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR Poet's Biography First Line: The christ-thorn rustles in the hedge Last Line: The snow-wind blown from lebanon! Alternate Author Name(s): Dean Subject(s): Bethlehem, Palestine; Christmas; Jesus Christ; Nativity, The | ||||||||
THE Christ-thorn rustles in the hedge, The chill wind sighs by Kedron's edge The snow-wind blown from Lebanon; And though, o'er Moab's mountain wall, The stars in orient splendor climb As on that rarest night of time When Jesus for the world was won, Yet never Bethlehem's height or vale, Though shepherds watch till stars grow pale Yea, till the latest evening fall Will see an angel's radiant flight Burn through the splendor of the night, Or hear that seraph-song again, 'On earth be peace, good will toward men!' Only the Christ-thorn in the hedge, The chill wind's sigh by Kedron's edge The snow-wind blown from Lebanon. White, through the gloom, the convent towers, Where tearful pilgrims count the hours With Aves until midnight's chime Shall usher in the day sublime, Thronging the nave of Helena; Or seek the crypt, their holiest quest, To read upon its stones imprest, 'Hic Jesus Christus natus est.' And kneel to kiss the pavement star! The silver lamps swing to and fro; The monks in long procession go, Slow-winding round the altar stair; But crypt and shrine are mute and bare; The Christ is gone, the glory fled That shone above his manger-bed, And the pale monks but mourn him there Without, beside the guarded gate The gate that fronts the rising sun No lordly emirs reverent wait With gifts to hail the new-born King; No shepherds from their pastures run To see the babe the angels sing, But all is hushed and desolate; Only the Christ-thorn in the hedge, The chill wind's sigh by Kedron's edge The snow-wind blown from Lebanon. And are we then forgot, bereft, Because no host the sky has cleft? No glory shone above the plain Where burst the high, seraphic strain? No wise men journeyed o'er the wold With myrrh and frankincense and gold To greet the Babe of Paradise In the low cradle where he lies? Nay! what do we with song or gem? Since that immortal night went by The whole earth is our Bethlehem; Hosannas ring from every sky! In forest glade, on billowy main, Judea's height, Nebraska's plain, By any shore or mount or sea Where faith and hope and love abide And self is lost in sacrifice, There the celestial gates swing wide And heaven descends to human eyes; There Christ the Lord is born again; There is his new Nativity! Who sorrows for a vanished dawn When east and west proclaim the sun? Welcome be Bethlehem's silent lawn, The Christ-thorn rustling in the hedge, The chill wind's sigh by Kedron's edge The snow-wind blown from Lebanon! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DIFFERENT VIEWS; A CHRISMAS DUET by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY AN UNMERRY CHRISTMAS by AMBROSE BIERCE CHRISTMAS IN CHINATOWN by AUGUST KLEINZAHLER CHRISTMAS TREE by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS ISAIAH'S COAL by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS (#3): 1. BEAST, PEACH.. by MARVIN BELL COLUMBUS DYING [MAY 20, 1506] by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR SA-CA-GA-WE-A; THE INDIAN GIRL WHO GUIDED LEWIS AND CLARK by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR |
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