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CHRISTMAS OFFERING:
BY MRS. ELIZABETH DIMOND,
OF BRISTOL, R. I.
PROVIDENCE:
PRINTED BY KNOWLES AND VOSE.
1847.
MRS. SMITH,
Providence, R. I.
Dear Friend:
You may be surprised to hear that your old friend, in her eighty-fourthyear, while musing upon God’s mercy and wisdom, has brought forth thislittle poem on Creation; which, together with others, permit me toinscribe to you, wishing you a prolongation of the prosperity andhappiness you enjoy.
I am yours, &c.
ELIZABETH DIMOND.
Bristol, R. I., Dec. 18, 1847.
A CHRISTMAS OFFERING.
THOUGHTS ON CREATION.
Says the watchman, “And what of the night?
It often brings seasons of sorrow,
When dark and beclouded with sin;
But ah! it may sweeten to-morrow,
If a ray of God’s favor breaks in.
How dark and how gloomy was Chaos;
But God by his own matchless plan,
Call’d this beautiful world from its darkness,
And did safe on its axle-tree hang!
And Jesus, our Savior, was present,
For his was the word of command;
He spangled those orbs in their greatness,
For good and for glory to man.”
The angels in wonder stood gazing,
Till Sol darts his beams to their view;
“What is there in the East that is blazing—
That pearls all the drops of the dew?”
“’Tis the Sun,” Great Messiah then answered,
“’Tis the Sun,” say the angels, “’tis true;
From thee it beams glory and greatness,
And bears up thy own title too.”
It often brings seasons of sorrow,
When dark and beclouded with sin;
But ah! it may sweeten to-morrow,
If a ray of God’s favor breaks in.
How dark and how gloomy was Chaos;
But God by his own matchless plan,
Call’d this beautiful world from its darkness,
And did safe on its axle-tree hang!
And Jesus, our Savior, was present,
For his was the word of command;
He spangled those orbs in their greatness,
For good and for glory to man.”
The angels in wonder stood gazing,
Till Sol darts his beams to their view;
“What is there in the East that is blazing—
That pearls all the drops of the dew?”
“’Tis the Sun,” Great Messiah then answered,
“’Tis the Sun,” say the angels, “’tis true;
From thee it beams glory and greatness,
And bears up thy own title too.”
Great Sol, arise! and spread thy lustre high—
Go warm the earth, and decorate the sky!
When thou retir’st, the silver moon will rise,{6}
With pearly radiance, o’er those spangled skies!
Without a cloud to intercept thy way,
Go, clearly shine, and make the evening gay!
God saw his work was great, when it he view’d,
Approved the same, and then pronounced it good.
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Go warm the earth, and decorate the sky!
When thou retir’st, the silver moon will rise,{6}
With pearly radiance, o’er those spangled skies!
Without a cloud to intercept thy way,
Go, clearly shine, and make the evening gay!
God saw his work was great, when it he view’d,
Approved the same, and then pronounced it good.