A CHRISTMAS THOUGHT.
In the beginning, when the vast Lay in a void of turbid night,A mighty music filled the deeps,— Let there be light: and there was light.
When night and shadow ruled again, And only dim hill-altars shoneOr swart Astarte's flamed and fell, Entreating light, where light was none,
Once more that mighty mandate cleft The day from dark, and night from morn,While all the hungering deeps replied,— Let there be light: and Christ was born!
