ANOTHER Christmas-tide, Another solemn mirth, White robed again and purified, Once more the wondering Earth Listens, while on the frosty, star-lit air, As of old time the glad Angelic throng, The midnight chimes peal out in bursts of joyous song. @3This is the Day which saw His Birth!@1 @3Rejoice, be glad, oh Earth!@1 In old fanes over seas, In humble homes of prayer, His people, bending faithful knees, Welcome Him everywhere; O'er earth's unbounded plains, from pole to pole, Swift speeds the blessed day when first He came To raise a fallen world from lowest depths of shame. @3This is the Day which saw His Birth!@1 @3Rejoice, be glad, oh Earth!@1 Therefore men's souls rejoice, Though sullen winter's spite May send to drown their jubilant voice Wild storms and furious night. To-day we keep our solemn festival; No presage warns of coming tragedy, Only our newer hope immense begins to be. @3This is the Day which saw His Birth!@1 @3Rejoice, be glad, oh Earth!@1 Our hope! But when, indeed, Shall Peace on earth prevail? When shall the innocent cease to bleed, The sorrowful to wail? Murder and war and rapine still Christian and Heathen vex alike today, Though since on earth He came ages have rolled away. @3Yet on this Day which saw His Birth!@1 @3Rejoice, be glad, oh Earth!@1 Despair not, waiting Earth; Have faith, and thou shalt see How from that far-off mystic birth At last comes Victory. Meet, brethren, round the sacred hearth of home, With souls and minds by ancient faith inspired, With glowing hearts by love and pity pierced and fired. @3This is the Day which saw His Birth!@1 @3Rejoice, be glad, oh Earth!@1 Peace and good-will to all, Be this our Christmas song; Raise up the erring feet which fall, The feeble hands make strong. Though the slow ages leave His work undone, Let us, who feel and mourn our brothers' need, Find in his tender words an all-sufficing creed. @3So shall this Day which saw His Birth@1 @3Make glad the waiting Earth.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW MY HEART SINKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: THE VERDICT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO WHISTLER, AMERICAN; ON LOAN EXHIBIT OF PAINTINGS AT TATE GALLERY by EZRA POUND YOUNG BULLFROGS by CARL SANDBURG MILITARY MIND by CHARLIE SMITH MADEIRA FROM THE SEA by SARA TEASDALE |