The Hymns and Carols of Christmas

Carol

Words: Jan Struther

Source: Anne Thaxter Eaton, ed., Welcome Christmas! A Garland Of Poems. New York: The Viking Press, 1955.

High o'er the lonely hills
    Black turns to grey,
Birdsong the valley fills,
    Mists fold away;
Grey wakes to green again,
    Beauty is seen again
Gold and serene again
    Dawneth the day.

So o'er the hills of life,
    Stormy, forlorn,
Out of the cloud and strife
    Sunrise is born;
Swift grows the light for us;
    Ended is night for us;
Soundless and bright for us
    Breaketh God's morn.

Hear we no beat of drums,
    Fanfare nor cry,
When Christ the herald comes
    Quietly nigh;
Splendour he makes on earth;
    Colour awakes on earth;
Suddenly breaks on earth
    Light from the sky.

Bid then farewell to sleep:
    Rise up and run!
What though the hill be steep?
    Strength's in the sun.
Now shall you find at last
    Night's left behind at last,
And for mankind at last
    Day has begun!

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