Show Christ christiae mae eye eve by mary N prescott Pr eacott christmas ev eve e the wide world ovel ore and christmas chimes are sounding christmas trees their buds discover with christmas gifts abounding the moonbeams moon beams on the snow drifts shed strike out a sudden splendor and all the heavenly fields are spread with starlight bright yet tender the windowpanes window panes are white with frost in tracery of flowers bringing again the summers lost to bloom through christmas hours 0 happy night whose blessed days across the ages shine lighting the darkness of our days with promises divine divined |