William Chatterton Dix,
Like Silver Lamps in a Distant Shrine
“ And loves still turns where the Godhead burns, Hid in flesh from fleshly sight. Faith sees no longer the stable floor, The pavement of sapphire is there, The clear light of Heaven streams out to the world, And the angels of God are crowding the air, And Heaven and earth, thro’ the spotless birth, Are at peace on this night so fair. ”
