'Tis Christmas night! the snowA flock unnumbered lies;
The old Judean stars aglow
Keep watch within the skies.
An icy stillness holds
The pulses of the night;
A deeper mystery enfolds
The wondering hosts of light.
Till lo, with reverence pale
That dims each diadem,
The lordliest, earthward bending, hail
The Light of Bethlehem.
J. B. Tabb: The Light of Bethlehem (19th century)
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