Note 31 — Chapter III · CHRISTMAS POETRY (II)

“All my heart this night rejoices, As I hear, Far and near, Sweetest angel voices; ‘Christ is born,’ their choirs are singing, Till the air Everywhere Now with joy is ringing. Hark! a voice from yonder manger, Soft and sweet, Doth entreat, ‘Flee from woe and danger; Brethren, come, from all doth grieve you You are freed, All you need I will surely give you.’ Blessed Saviour, let me find Thee! Keep Thou me Close to Thee, Call me not behind Thee! Life of life, my heart Thou stillest, Calm I rest On Thy breast, All this void Thou fillest.”{34}