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A Christmas Hymn
By Richard Wilbur ©
A stable-lamp is lighted
Whose glow shall wake the sky;
The stars shall bend their voices,
And every stone shall cry.
And every stone shall cry,
And straw like gold shall shine;
A barn shall harbor heaven
A stall become a shrine.
This child through David's city
Shall ride in triumph by;
The palm shall strew its branches,
And every stone shall cry.
And every stone shall cry,
Though heavy, dull, and dumb,
And lie within the roadway
To pave his kingdom come.
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But now, as at the ending,
The low is lifted high;
The stars shall bend their voices,
And every stone shall cry.
And every stone shall cry
In praises of the child
By whose descent among us
The worlds are reconciled.
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CHEERS!
The last few Christmases I posted an old high school poem on the subject. This year, at left I present something I found by Richard Wilbur in A Controversy of Poets (1965). I had the book way back, but dont remeber this specific poem. Who knows maybe it flashed by and I later spewed a version out in starts. Good seasoning all!
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