’Tis life to die, and death to live,
And not enough that God forgive,
If I would live the life divine.
CHRISTMAS
Δόξα ἐν ὑψίστοις Θεῷ.
I
Hark! upon the morning breezes,
In the darkness, ere the waking,
Music sweet the senses pleases,
Soft upon the stillness breaking;—