<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115580" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Music on Christmas Morning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Music I love -­ but never strain<br>Could kindle raptures so divine,<br>So grief assuage, so conquer pain,<br>And rouse this pensive heart of mine -­<br>As that we hear on Christmas morn,<br>Upon the wintry breezes borne.<br>Though Darkness still her empire keep,<br>And hours must pass, ere morning break;<br>From troubled dreams, or slumbers deep,<br>That music kindly bids us wake:<br>It calls us, with an angel's voice,<br>To wake, and worship, and rejoice;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To greet with joy the glorious morn,<br>Which angels welcomed long ago,<br>When our redeeming Lord was born,<br>To bring the light of Heaven below;<br>The Powers of Darkness to dispel,<br>And rescue Earth from Death and Hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While listening to that sacred strain,<br>My raptured spirit soars on high;<br>I seem to hear those songs again<br>Resounding through the open sky,<br>That kindled such divine delight,<br>In those who watched their flocks by night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With them, I celebrate His birth -­<br>Glory to God, in highest Heaven,<br>Good-will to men, and peace on Earth,<br>To us a Saviour-king is given;<br>Our God is come to claim His own,<br>And Satan's power is overthrown!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A sinless God, for sinful men,<br>Descends to suffer and to bleed;<br>Hell must renounce its empire then;<br>The price is paid, the world is freed,<br>And Satan's self must now confess,<br>That Christ has earned a Right to bless:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now holy Peace may smile from heaven,<br>And heavenly Truth from earth shall spring:<br>The captive's galling bonds are riven,<br>For our Redeemer is our king;<br>And He that gave his blood for men<br>Will lead us home to God again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bront%C3%AB">Anne Brontë</a> from <i>Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115580" data-title="Music on Christmas Morning de Anne Brontë" data-description="Music I love -­ but never strain/Could kindle raptures so divine,/So grief assuage, so conquer pain,/And rouse this pensive heart of mine -­/As that we hear on Christmas morn,/Upon the wintry breezes borne./Though Darkness still her empire keep,..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black