by Gladys Taber, circa 1947
The snow invades the land, silent and deep,
Levels the meadows, blurs the darkened hill,
And Christmas candles burn where good folk keep
A welcome light for him who brings goodwill.
Across the centuries, in alien land,
Once wise men knelt and dreamed of kingdoms won–
Unsceptered still the Christ-child's open hand,
Yet they perceived great destiny begun.
Bitter the fare of our atomic day,
Diminished now the glory of their dream,
For many things for which we used to pray
Now most unlikely and illusive seem.
Yet where the Christmas candles shed their light,
Behold how kind the face of Christ tonight!
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