O happy day, with seven-fold blessings set
Amid thy hallowed hours, the memories dear
Of childhoods holidays, and household cheer,
When friends and kin in loving circle met,
And youths glad gatherings, where the sands were wet
By waves that hurt not, whilst the great cliffs near,
With storms erewhile acquaint, gave echo clear
Of voices gay and laughter gayer yet.
And graver thoughts and holier arise
Of how, twixt that first eve and dawn of thine,
The Star ascended which hath lit our skies
More than the sun himself; and mid the kine
The Child was born whom shepherds, and the wise;
Who came from far, and angels, called Divine.
Sonnets - I - Christmas Day
Mary Hannay Foott
Suggested Poems
Explore a curated selection of verses that share themes, styles, and emotional resonance with the poem you've just read.