Echo of the Angels’ Song

20 12 2013

The birth day of the Christ child dawneth slow
Out of the opal east in rosy flame,
As if a luminous picture in its frame–
A great cathedral window, toward the sun
Lifted a form divine, which still below
Stretched hands of benediction;–while the air
Swayed the bright aureole of the flowing hair
Which lit our upturned faces;–even so
Look on us from the heavens, divinest One
And let us hear through the slow moving years.
Long centuries of wrongs, and crimes, and tears,–
The echo of the angel’s song again,
Peace and good will, good will and peace to men,
A little space make silence,–that our ears,
Filled with the din of toil and moil and pain
May catch the jubilant rapture of the skies,–
The glories of the choirs of paradise.

The hills still tremble when the thunders cease
Of the loud diapason,–and again
Through the rapt stillness steals the hymn of peace;
Melodious and sweet its far refrain
Dying in distance, as the shadows die
Of white wings vanished up the morning sky,
As farther still–and thinner–more remote–
A film of sound, the aerial voices float–
Peace and good will, good will and peace to men!

Kate Seymour Maclean

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