BY (REV.) T. L. DRURY.
When ancient Rome grown up to power
Had risen monarch of the hour,
In little town then far away
There first did dawn our Christmas day.
But few there were who saw the light
That flashed with splendor on their sight;
And fewer still knew meaning then
Of it for all the sons of men!
And fewer yet heard angels sing
The glory due earth's new born King,
Nor could the shepherds understand
The meaning of a scene so grand!
But ancient Rome still in the gloom
Of Pagan thought could not commune
With simple folks whose vision bold
Meant Pagan Rome would lose her hold.
From places still where cattle feed
May princely men be born to lead;
In humble things there may be might
That yet may strength of nations smite.
He came the Prince of Peace to earth,
So humble was his noble birth,
But wisdom of the far off East
Had deemed him more than sage or priest.
Now centuries have passed away
Since first the dawn of Christmas day;
But where is Rome with all her might
Since Christ rose up with all his light?
As perished Rome, so kingdoms go,
The best that men have made below;
No kingdom stands that rests alone
On what the world may deem its own.
Hence Christ is growing up to might,
Flooding the world with truth and light;
His cheer of love is ev'rywhere,
With joys of hope for all to share.
Then shout with cheer this Christmas day,
For millions love his truth and way;
He is our Prince in whom we see
The peace on earth that is to be!
Troy Times. December 24, 1915: 6 col 2.