Classic Poem

Again the angel song we hear,
The guiding star we see;
The mighty of the earth draw near
To helpless infancy.

And ever as the year grows old,
Within the simple lines
Of the familiar story told
A deeper meaning shines.

In every happy mother's face
To-day, the wide world o'er,
There speaks to us a tenderer grace
For Mary's joy of yore:

And every new-born child of earth
A glory doth receive,
Reflected from the Christ-child's birth
On that first Christmas eve.