49. 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! {99}

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

December 25, 1832.

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