John Banister Tabb

1845-1909

 

The Light Of Bethlehem

by John Banister Tabb

'Tis Christmas night! the snow,
A 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 infolds
The wondering Hosts of Light.

Till, lo, with reverence pale
That dims each diadem,
The lordliest, earthward bending, hail
The Light of Bethlehem!

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Poems
Copyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston
 
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