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FORGOTTEN VERSE



This Christmas verse fills in a long-lost memory for Doris Cook of Wolverhampton. "Long, long ago, I remember my mother singing a Christmas Carol or hymn beginning with the line 'Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas tonight, which was also the last line of every verse. But that's about all I remmeber except that it was very uplifting. It's not much to go on, I know, but I hope you can find it."
Indeed we can. It is by the 19th century American clergyman Phillips Brooks, who is better known for 'Oh Little Town Of Bethlehem" but also wrote many other hymns and carols.

POEM OF THE DAY
A Christmas Carol
by Phillips Brooks

Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas to-night!
Christmas in lands of the fir tree and pine,
Christmas in lands of the palm tree and vine;
Christmas where snow-peaks stand solemn and white,
Christmas where corn-fields lie sunny and bright;
Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas to-night!
 
Christmas where children are hopeful and gay,
Christmas where old men are patient and gray;
Christmas where peace, like a dove in its flight,
Broods o'er brave men in the thick of the fight;
Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas to-night!
 
For the Christ-child who comes is the Master-of all,
No palace too great and no cottage too small;
The Angels who welcome Him sing from the height,
"In the city of David a King in His might."
Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas to-night!

Then let every heart keep its Christmas within,
Christ's pity for sorrow, Christ's hatred of sin,
Christ's care for the weakest, Christ's courage for right,
Christ's dread of the darkness, Christ's love of the light.
Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas tonight!

So the stars of the midnight which compass us round
Shall see a strange glory, and hear a sweet sound,
And cry, "Look! the earth is aflame with delight,
O sons of the morning, rejoice at the sight."
Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas tonight!


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