Poem by Charles Walter Stansby Williams

Christmas

He who knows all things knows not now
Whither He came, or why, or how.

He who sees all things can but see
A dim and clear Maternity:

Whose mortal mouth alone can teach
Omniloquence its human speech.

But, as from those soft wandering hands,
A universal grace expands.

His blood, in motion regular,
Decrees the course of sun and star.

Creation, leaning o'er the Child,
Beholds its image undefiled.

And His fine breath, in sweet recall,
Draws all things to the heart of all.

1. Bethlehem
2. The Adventures of the Holy Week
3. Pentecost
4. Saint Matthias
5. The Feast of St. Silas, Martyr, and Patron of This Place

Albert Pike Christmas ("Had we our way, the good old sports should be revived once more")

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