Merry Christmas

How tussle'd thou with such dreams

That maketh gold of sour streams

How censure thee snow white and pure

Of ages sacred, of darkness cure?



Arise, awake! And dream out loud

With waking eyes 'pon ev'ry cloud

'Tis time for joy, a time to wake

A time that's left for you to take



Look to the stars gaze out of portals

Where martyrs make merry men of mortals

Let songs arise to skies above

Let every word be a hymn of love



For glories come from glories' refute

Of He born in darkness, to man was mute

Still now His voice 'tis left unheard

Let all man know; 'tis Love the word



Poetry by CrowRider
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Written on 2010-12-22 at 22:22

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John Ashleigh
Beautiful. A real pleasure to read.

Regards,
John.
2010-12-23


Phyllis J. Rhodes
Yes! A joyous and worthy carol of Chrismas!
2010-12-22