December
As human life begins and ends with woe,
So doth the year with darkness and with storm.
Mute is each sound, and vanish'd each fair form
That wont to cheer us; yet a sacred glow —
A moral beauty,— to which Autumn's show,
Or Spring's sweet blandishments, or Summer's bloom,
Are but vain pageants,— mitigate the gloom,
What time December's angry tempests blow.
'Twas when the "Earth had doff'd her gaudy trim,
As if in awe," that she received her Lord;
And angels jubilant attuned the hymn
Which the church echoes still in sweet accord,
And ever shall, while Time his course doth fill,
'Glory to God on high! on earth, peace and good will!'
~~
Rebecca Hey
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
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