Poems (Waldenburg)/Christmas Eve

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CHRISTMAS EVE.
Oh gently spread thy pinions
 Above me beauteous night,
That brought to earth's dominions
 Love's purest, holiest Light!

And with thy sweet caressing
 My eyelids gently close,
And flood my soul with blessing,
 With peace and faith's repose.

Send down thy star to guide me
 Through earth's broad shadows dim,
While I a child confide me
 Beneath thy wings to Him!

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