[Written for the Sentinel]

Christmas

The floodgates of the Truth are open thrown,And one blessed beam, superb, divinely bright,Streams on the startled night!No moan, no cradle cry beclouds the birthOf this Redeemer, at whose gentle voiceThe deserts and the wilderness rejoice,And angels whisper, Peace, good will to earth.

See how the watchful shepherds congregateBefore the cradle throne of this great king.See how the wise men haste to celebrateThe virgin birth, with costly offering.Rejoice! Be glad! for unto us, adored,Appears a Savior, Jesus Christ the Lord.

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