Treasure Island

John Henry Newman

(1801-1890)

Christmas without Christ


HOW can I keep my Christmas feast
In its due festive show,
Reft of the sight of the High Priest
From whom its glories flow?

I hear the tuneful bells around,
The blessèd towers I see;
A stranger on a foreign ground,
They peal a fast for me.

O Britons! now so brave and high,
How will ye weep the day
When Christ in judgment passes by,
And calls the Bride away!

Your Christmas then will lose its mirth,
Your Easter lose its bloom:
Abroad, a scene of strife and dearth;
Within, a cheerless home!

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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  • Paige S (12/7/2008 1:42:00 PM)

    Jesus is the reson for the season, and this poem describes that. (Report) Reply

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