Here is a poem by Harriet Elizabeth Prescott:
Christmas
Over the hills of Palestine
The silver stars began to shine;
Night drew her shadows softly round
The slumbering earth, without a sound.
Among the fields and dewy rocks
The shepherds kept their quiet flocks,
And looks along the darkening land
That waited the Divine command
When lo! Through all the opening blue,
Far up the deep, dark heavens withdrew,
And angles in a solemn light
Praised God to all the listening night.
Ah! Said the lowly shepherds then,
The Seraph sang good-will to men:
O hasten, earth, to meet the morn,
The Prince, the Prince of Peace is born!
Again the sky was deep and dark,
Each star relumed its silver spark,
The dreaming land in silence lay,
And waited for the dawning day.
But in a stable low and rude,
Where white-horned, mild eyed oxen stood,
The gate of heaven were still displayed,
For Christ was in the manger laid.
“Our Young Folks”
Harriett E. Prescott
Dec. 1865
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