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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390861" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Christmas Eve 1914</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390861" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Silent, to-night, o'er Judah's hills<br>Bend low the angel throng,<br>No heavenly music fills the air<br>Exultantly with song;<br>Yet, close above the sin-scarred earth,<br>Broods still the Love Divine,<br>And through the darkness, as of old,<br>The stars of pity shine.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390861" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Silent, to-night, is Bethlehem:<br>Along the hushèd ways<br>No eager feet of worshippers,<br>No melodies of praise;<br>Yet, in the quietness that fills<br>The waiting hearts of men,<br>The ancient miracle of hope<br>Is wrought, to-night, again.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390861" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>O holy Christ! to whom, of old,<br>The wondering shepherds came,<br>The light they sought with flaming joy<br>We seek in contrite shame;<br>And though men strive, we dare to hope<br>That Thou again art born,<br>For, through the night of our despair,<br>Behold! Thy star of morn!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a></strong></div>

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