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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Christmas,1870</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heaven strews the earth with snow,<br>That neither friend nor foe<br>May break the sleep of the fast-dying year;<br>A world arrayed in white,<br>Late dawns, and shrouded light,<br>Attest to us once more that Christmas-tide is here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet, and yet I hear<br>No strains of pious cheer,<br>No children singing round the Yule-log fire;<br>No carol's sacred notes,<br>Warbled by infant throats,<br>On brooding mother's lap, or knee of pleasèd sire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Comes with the hallowed time<br>No sweet accustomed chime,<br>No peal of bells athwart the midnight air;<br>No mimes or jocund waits<br>Within wide-opened gates,<br>Loud laughter in the hall, or glee of children fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No loving cup sent round?<br>No footing of the ground?<br>No sister's kiss under the berried bough?<br>No chimney's joyous roar,<br>No hospitable store,<br>Though it be Christmas-tide, to make us note it now?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No! only human hate,<br>And fear, and death, and fate,<br>And fierce hands locked in fratricidal strife;<br>The distant hearth stripped bare<br>By the gaunt guest, Despair,<br>Pale groups of pining babes round lonely-weeping wife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can it be Christmas-tide?<br>The snow with blood is dyed,<br>From human hearts wrung out by human hands.<br>Hark! did not sweet bells peal?<br>No! 'twas the ring of steel,<br>The clang of armèd men and shock of murderous bands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Didst Thou, then, really come?-<br>Silence that dreadful drum!-<br>Christ! Saviour! Babe, of lowly Virgin born!<br>If Thou, indeed, Most High,<br>Didst in a manger lie,<br>Then be the Prince of Peace, and save us from Hell's scorn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We weep if men deny<br>That Thou didst live and die,<br>Didst ever walk upon this mortal sphere;<br>Yet of Thy Passion, Lord!<br>What know these times abhorred,<br>Save the rude soldier's stripes, sharp sponge, and piercing spear?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore we, Father, plead,<br>Grant us in this our need<br>Another Revelation from Thy throne,<br>That we may surely know<br>We are not sons of woe,<br>Forgotten and cast off, but verily Thine own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet if He came anew,<br>Where, where would shelter due<br>Be found for load divine and footsteps sore?<br>Here, not the inns alone,<br>But fold and stable groan<br>With sterner guests than drove sad Mary from the door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thou, 'mong women blest,<br>Who laidst, with awe-struck breast,<br>Thy precious babe upon the lowly straw,<br>Now for thy new-born Son<br>Were nook and cradle none,<br>If not in bloody trench or cannon's smoking jaw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Round her what alien rites,<br>What savage sounds and sights-<br>The plunging war-horse and sulphureous match.<br>Than such as these, alas!<br>Better the ox, the ass,<br>The manger's crib secure and peace-bestowing thatch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The trumpet's challenge dire<br>Would hush the angelic choir,<br>The outpost's oath replace the Shepherd's vow;<br>No frankincense or myrrh<br>Would there be brought to her,<br>For Wise Men kneel no more-Kings are not humble now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Lord! O Lord! how long?<br>Thou that art good, art strong,<br>Put forth Thy strength, Thy ruling love declare;<br>Stay Thou the smiting hand,<br>Invert the flaming brand,<br>And teach the proud to yield, the omnipotent to spare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Renew our Christmas-tide!<br>Let weeping eyes be dried,<br>Love bloom afresh, bloodshed and frenzy cease!<br>And at Thy bidding reign,<br>As in the heavenly strain,<br>Glory to God on high! on earth perpetual peace!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">*********************************** ***********above ready for slurp</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Austin">Alfred Austin</a><div class=q>
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That neither friend nor foe
May break the sleep of the fast-dying year;
A world arrayed in white,
Late dawns, and shrouded light,
Attest to us once more that Christmas-tide is here.

And yet, and yet I hear
No st..."></div>
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