Poetry
... voetip. A CHRISTMAS HYMN. Uav sv. a; :. Dvalcnfl. Whet Christ from Heaven, his pure abode. Descended to our sinful clime. It was IoI in the summer Imontlis, But in the dreary winter time. No silken coush recelved him then, In a rude manger low he IYa,- 8nt seraph guardians stood around, And angels hymn d his natal day. O'er Bethlehem's delds a lambent light . Ere morning dawned vras seen to ...