Truth's Vestal Dawn

CASSIUS M. LOOMIS

The very hills 'round Bethlehem teemed with song.
The east was fringed with myriad golden beams;
The world was just awakening from its dreams
Of human guile and undefeated wrong.

A memorable hour! yea, blessings crown the day.
Hear ye, O earth, the Prince of Peace is born!
Such was the gladsome theme that fateful morn
Throughout Judæa's hills and far away.

A breath of silence, such as might foretell
A crash of earthquake or a tempest drear—
A silence such as sturdy yeomen fear—
Upon the morn that breathless moment fell.

Then, like a shout from out a sheen-lit sky
A host of angel voices sang as one:
Our vestal babe is born! God's will be done!
Praise ye, O men, the powers enthroned on high.

God's will indeed! behold the kingly crown—
The majesty of Truth, behold its sway!
A living faith for all the world today
Hath swept the earth and cast our idols down.

Sayest thou the hills of Holy Writ seem cold?
The night of conflict has been long, perchance.
The doubting heart may look toward heaven askance,
And men may stray from out the Christly fold.

Yea, be this true—God is our Father still.
The mighty leaven worketh, fear ye not.
Throughout all space there is no truant spot
Unhallowed by the Father's changeless will.

Peace, peace, be still, O doubting heart bowed low.
A new-born Christ on earth awaiteth thee.
Love's gospel, lived anew, hath made us free
From fear, from sin, from every mortal woe.

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