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/ Blest Christmas morn, though murky clouds / Pursue thy way, / Thy light was born where storm enshrouds / Nor dawn nor day!
/ Dear Christ, forever here and near, / No cradle song, / No natal hour and mother's tear, / To thee belong.
/ Thou God-idea, Life-encrowned, / The Bethlehem babe -- / Beloved, replete, by flesh embound -- / Was but thy shade!
/ Thou gentle beam of living Love, / And deathless Life! / Truth infinite, -- so far above / All mortal strife,
/ Or cruel creed, or earth-born taint: / Fill us today / With all thou art -- be thou our saint, / Our stay, alway.
_December, 1898._