DOWN the ages hoary Peals the song of glory, Peace, and God's good-will! Other echoes die away, But the song of Christmas Day Echoes from the Judean hill, Ever clearer, louder still. Oh, may its holy, heavenly chime Make all thy life a Christmas-time! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON READING -- . by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE EXILE'S SONG by ROBERT GILFILLAN THE INVITATION by GEORGE HERBERT THE REMEDY WORSE THAN THE DISEASE by MATTHEW PRIOR SONNET: EUTERPE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |