This blog has its seasonal traditions. Enjoy!
Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold,
And spekl'd vanity
Will sicken soon and die,
And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould,
And Hell itself will pass away,
And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
Yea Truth, and Justice then
Will down return to men,
Th'enamelled Arras of the Rainbow wearing,
And Mercy set between,
Thron'd in celestial sheen,
With radiant feet the tissued clouds down steering,
And Heav'n as at some festival,
Will open wide the Gates of her high Palace Hall.
John Milton, Nativity Ode (1629)
[lines 135-148].
Read the whole here.
And Merry Christmas.
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Here is a poem by Thomas Hardy, called "Christmas 1924":
'Peace upon earth' was said, we sing it,
and pay a million priests to bring it.
After two thousand years of mass
We've got as far as poison gas.
Allow me to extend laurels to Hardy.
(Wow, what a great audience.)
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