Poem December 22, 1945 Issue

Bethlehem Night

CATHERINE ANNETTE HUBBELL

The beauty that prevailed one night
In starlit Bethlehem
Was wrought no man's mortal will,
By artifice or gem.

Simplicity the keynote there
When Love's abundant store
Made radiant the threshold of
A stable's humble door.

Within those shadowed walls a world
Embittered, lost in fear,
Would find again the peace that comes
With knowing Christ is here.

Night turned to day—how must the sky
Have flushed from rose to blue
As people with a wondering heart
Around the new child drew.

This beauty may be ours today—
The peace that loving gives—
If we remember steadfastly
The Christ forever lives.

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