Let the lingering hymns of the season go,
As they sweep their hands o’er the golden wire
To the anthem of love and peace below;
And let us keep in a holy mood
The coming hours of that sacred time
When the word went forth for the hush of blood
And the passing knell for the soul of crime!
When the hosts of the upper region stirred
That another star came forth to shine,
And the rush of an angel’s wing was heard