The radiance of Heaven’s day;
And the shepherds led to the lonely bed
Where the holy Child-God lay.
The Yule-log’s light gleams warm to-night
In many an English home,
And no spirits dare—so the wise declare—
In the light of its beams to come;
The weird mistletoe and the holly glow
On castle and cottage wall;
While the jest and song ring all night long,