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Poem by John Keble


Christmas Day



    And suddenly there was with the Angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God.  St. Luke ii. 13.

      What sudden blaze of song
         Spreads o’er th’ expanse of Heaven?
   In waves of light it thrills along,
         Th’ angelic signal given—
   “Glory to God!” from yonder central fire
Flows out the echoing lay beyond the starry choir;

      Like circles widening round
         Upon a clear blue river,
   Orb after orb, the wondrous sound
         Is echoed on for ever:
   “Glory to God on high, on earth be peace,
And love towards men of love—salvation and release.”

      Yet stay, before thou dare
         To join that festal throng;
   Listen and mark what gentle air
         First stirred the tide of song;
   ’Tis not, “the Saviour born in David’s home,
To Whom for power and health obedient worlds should come:”—

      ’Tis not, “the Christ the Lord:”
         With fixed adoring look
   The choir of Angels caught the word,
         Nor yet their silence broke:
   But when they heard the sign where Christ should be,
In sudden light they shone and heavenly harmony.

      Wrapped in His swaddling bands,
         And in His manger laid,
   The Hope and Glory of all lands
         Is come to the world’s aid:
   No peaceful home upon his cradle smiled,
Guests rudely went and came, where slept the royal Child.

      But where Thou dwellest, Lord,
         No other thought should be,
   Once duly welcomed and adored,
         How should I part with Thee?
   Bethlehem must lose Thee soon, but Thou wilt grace
The single heart to be Thy sure abiding-place.

      Thee, on the bosom laid
         Of a pure virgin mind,
   In quiet ever, and in shade,
         Shepherd and sage may find;
   They, who have bowed untaught to Nature’s sway,
And they, who follow Truth along her star-paved way.

      The pastoral spirits first
         Approach Thee, Babe divine,
   For they in lowly thoughts are nursed,
         Meet for Thy lowly shrine:
   Sooner than they should miss where Thou dost dwell,
Angela from Heaven will stoop to guide them to Thy cell.

      Still, as the day comes round
         For Thee to be revealed,
   By wakeful shepherds Thou art found,
         Abiding in the field.
   All through the wintry heaven and chill night air,
In music and in light Thou dawnest on their prayer.

      O faint not ye for fear—
         What though your wandering sheep,
   Reckless of what they see and hear,
         Lie lost in wilful sleep?
   High Heaven in mercy to your sad annoy
Still greets you with glad tidings of immortal joy.

      Think on th’ eternal home,
         The Saviour left for you;
   Think on the Lord most holy, come
         To dwell with hearts untrue:
   So shall ye tread untired His pastoral ways,
And in the darkness sing your carol of high praise.



John Keble

Poem Theme: Christmas

John Keble's other poems:
  1. First Sunday after Christmas
  2. Second Sunday in Advent
  3. First Sunday after Epiphany
  4. St. John’s Day
  5. Fourth Sunday in Advent


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Christina Rossetti Christmas Day ("A baby is a harmless thing")
  • Hartley Coleridge Christmas Day ("WAS it a fancy, bred of vagrant guess")
  • Charles Kingsley Christmas Day ("How will it dawn, the coming Christmas Day?") Eversley, 1868
  • Henry White Christmas Day ("Yet once more, and once more, awake, my Harp")

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