Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1854-12-27

some say that gainst the time that season comes
Wherein our Saviour'a birth is celebrated
The bird of dawBins singcth all night long,
And then they say no sprite dares stir abroad.
The nights are wholesome then no planets strike,
Nc fairy takes witch hath power TO charm,
So hallowed and 80 gracious is the time --HAaLEr.
flushed be The voico of mi -thfulness
And stilled be the pIaintive tones Of care,
That frcm too many heart recess
Go forth to float On the midnight air;
It is no time for the wild excess.
No time for the loose unbridleo reign
That passion gives to her votaries
When they sever away the golden chain.
stilled on the ears of the serapl choir
Let the lingering hymns OF the season 60
As they sweep their hands O 'eT the godsn wire
To the anthem Of love and peace below;
And let US keep in 4 holy mood
The coming hours of that sacred time
When the word went forth for ,he hush of blood
And the passing knell for the soul of crime
when The hosts OF the upper region stirred
That another star came forth TO shine.
And the rush of angels wing was heard
Ger the meonlt plains Of Palestine,
And Il softer ii Zht 'er the earth flung
And the pale stars waxed no longer dim,
Ard forth on +. thousand harps oUtrung
The rising notes Of the angels hymn.
The same bright stars thai ,hen looked down
With guardian watch DER hill and plain,
Unfading gems in the starry crown
GlitteT;sg on in the blue remain,
And the solemn awe that crcpt them round
rs they watched their iloeks that holy ;iule,
An echo with-us tonight has found
In the newborn ligh; of another cline
II has been felt this many year,
The sacred spell Of the seasons death,
4 nd bri zhter glow OF the starry sphere
Is it cane that time with the angels breath,
Fog brighter yet the Stars geam out
rs the nolSoms YapoT saTlnks away
From the open glade that il hung about
parkcaed al+ dsEP this many day.
Lisl how tho s.:rit-Lrc atitiafs come
tpon oar c4rs fTo.G i!ie voice sublime
of him who ruled Ia Jlsa spirits home.
" Nbo wrote and sang for the end Q. time.
Eark how be tells Wien the time Is near,
The bird Of the dawn sin Is al night long
! sd The fairy legions disappear
\ len he comes abroad with his matin song.
10 Spite fcrih nor the rank compound
Thai CLOVIS with the witches midnight toll,
So-asVls of the fcrost-ciose resoand
: It'll lie wizard SHREK and the cauldron boil,
n i.l:.re-s chill the warm hearts blood -
u ith 5ile mockery of demon ire.
\ Yai9rs veil with sickly shroud
i'lc n;ass-SIown top Of the old church spire,-
Fo- Ia 4Eo stood in that dreadful watch
On the gray rarlpart of Elsimore
Told how t;,cy ceasel from their reveI catch
-if-, heir reign 2t fhe Christmas tiI:e was 'er
VI e seel It nos. rs lie felt ii then,
That the air is full OF holiness,
&nd need not forms from the earth cgaia
Of the starry hosts to guard and bless.
Then stiIled q, thc cars OF the seraph choir
Let The lingering hymss of the season go,
As tEey sweep their hands o'or the golden wire
TO the anthem of love and peace below;
And let US keep in a holy mood
Tie passing hours OF that sacred time
When the word went forth for the hush of blood
And the passing kneil for the soul of crime!