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Read Poems by kirsten howton

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Christmas

The shepherds went their hasty way,
And found the lowly stable-shed
Where the Virgin-Mother lay:
And now they checked their eager tread,
For to the Babe, that at her bosom clung,
A Mother's song the Virgin-Mother sung.
They told her how a glorious light,
Streaming from a heavenly throng.
Around them shone, suspending night!
While sweeter than a mother's song,
Blessed Angels heralded the Savior's birth,
Glory to God on high! and Peace on Earth.
She listened to the tale divine,
And closer still the Babe she pressed:
And while she cried, the Babe is mine!
The milk rushed faster to her breast:
Joy rose within her, like a summer's morn;
Peace, Peace on Earth! the Prince of Peace is born.
Thou Mother of the Prince of Peace,
Poor, simple, and of low estate!
That strife should vanish, battle cease,
O why should this thy soul elate? 
Sweet Music's loudest note, the Poet's story,
Didst thou ne'er love to hear of fame and glory?



Copyright © kirsten howton | Year Posted 2012

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  1. Date: 7/3/2016 12:50:00 AM

    KIRSTEN, enjoyed reading your poem, thank you for sharing your thoughts through words. *SKAT*
  1. Date: 12/2/2012 1:58:00 PM

    Welcome to Soup I look forward to reading more of your work. Light & Love
  1. Date: 11/29/2012 5:41:00 AM

    A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer you this morning Kirsten. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. Hoping you find even more inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Thank you for sharing your writing with us. I am sorry it is so belated. Love, Carol
  1. Date: 11/21/2012 10:23:00 PM

    KRISTEN,, Stopping by to greet you and every other soup poet, with a special thank you comment, during this wonderful Thanksgiving season. Hope you do not mind the time I am taking to express my sincere appreciation for any support you have offered during the years, or time you have been here on the soup. I am deeply thankful and extend to you my best wishes for a happy and healthy Poetic Magical Thanksgiving Day. *Always & Forever, the Poet Destroyer; -*

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