[Written for the Sentinel]

"Blest Christmas morn"*

Now dawns within my consciousnessThe first faint gleams of light —The star of Bethlehem rising;Its beams dispel the nightWhose clouds of sense would seem to hide God's presence from my sight.

O Father, may that blessed lightTo full effulgence grow,Till my whole being is transformedWithin its radiant glow —My every thought illumined byThe light Thy light doth show.

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