Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

(20 April 1826 - 12 October 1887 / Stoke-on-Trent / England)

A Hymn For Christmas Morning - Poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

IT is the Christmas time:
And up and down 'twixt heaven and earth,
In glorious grief and solemn mirth,
The shining angels climb.

And unto everything
That lives and moves, for heaven, on earth,
With equal share of grief and mirth,
The shining angels sing:--

'Babes new-born, undefiled,
In lowly hut, or mansion wide--
Sleep safely through this Christmas-tide
When Jesus was a child.

'O young men, bold and free,
In peopled town, or desert grim,
When ye are tempted like to Him,
'The man Christ Jesus' see.

'Poor mothers, with your hoard
Of endless love and countless pain--
Remember all her grief, her gain,
The Mother of the Lord.

'Mourners, half blind with woe,
Look up! One standeth in this place,
And by the pity of His face
The Man of Sorrows know.

'Wanderers in far countrie,
O think of Him, who came, forgot,
To His own, and they received Him not--
Jesus of Galilee.

'O all ye who have trod
The wine-press of affliction, lay
Your hearts before His heart this day--
Behold the Christ of God!'


Comments about A Hymn For Christmas Morning by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

  • Susan Williams Susan Williams (1/26/2016 5:27:00 PM)

    She lived 200 years ago and yet I wish she lived now. She sounds like someone you'd like to know, doesn't she? She speaks so gently and caring about the trials and tribulations of others- in poem after poem she does not show whatever may be distressing her. A wonderful poem straight from her heart (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010



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