Poems (Sewell)/Christmas Eve
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For works with similar titles, see Christmas Eve.
CHRISTMAS - EVE.1797.
Sure all Creation seems to join,
And speak the Season is Divine!
"The spangled Heavens—a shining frame—
"Their Great Original proclaim!"
The glitt'ring stars illume the earth,
Once honour'd with a Saviour's Birth.
Resplendent, awful, and serene,
Majestic Order decks the scene;
And almost may the list'ning ear,
The tuneful harps of Seraphs hear!—
Oh, Harmony! thy note is Love!
And sure thy triumph was Above,
When from the azure Courts of Heav'n,
A Saviour to Mankind was given!
And speak the Season is Divine!
"The spangled Heavens—a shining frame—
"Their Great Original proclaim!"
The glitt'ring stars illume the earth,
Once honour'd with a Saviour's Birth.
Resplendent, awful, and serene,
Majestic Order decks the scene;
And almost may the list'ning ear,
The tuneful harps of Seraphs hear!—
Oh, Harmony! thy note is Love!
And sure thy triumph was Above,
When from the azure Courts of Heav'n,
A Saviour to Mankind was given!