Christmas Eve Decorations.
Reading edition
Garlands of starlight o’er the heavens toss’d, And mistletoe of moonmist hung afar,— Wreaths of star-leaves, berry bright, emboss’d In cluster’d panicles of full red-ripe star. And trellises of soft white—coronals flung— In winding wreaths and festoons of star-spray, And lighted planets in dim alcoves hung Unto the coming of His natal day. And potted star-plants massed in splendor bright About a lake whose mirror is the moon, While sprays of milky-ways float soft and light Or sink into the placid lake too soon. And blossoming chorals burst from star-bud pod: “The Heavens declare the glory of our God!” John Trotwood Moore.