Poems (Coolidge)/Christmas
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CHRISTMAS
It comes again! how shall I praise The tiny Babe in manger laid! How keep this blessed day of days Whereon the priceless Gift was made.
Once more I hear the angel's song Of "Peace, good will toward men"; To every age it doth belong. Now echoed far and near again.
Thy Bethlehem, O heart, must be The birth of new, of pure desire, Else Christmas meaneth nought to thee Who may not join the heavenly choir.
The wondrous Star take still as guide; With eye of faith behold it shine: So shall thy life be sanctified An offering meet at manger shrine.