LUX IN TENEBRIS.

DARK falls the night, withheld the day, Weary we fare perplexed and chill, Led by one little guiding ray Shining from centuries far away,— Good-will and Peace: Peace and Good-will.

The torch of glory pales and wanes, The lamp of love must know decease, But still o’er far Judæan plains The quenchless star-beam lives and reigns,— Peace and Good-will: Good-will and Peace.

And clear to-day as long ago The angel-chorus echoes still, Above the clamor and the throe Of human passion, human woe,— Good-will and Peace: Peace and Good-will.

Through eighteen hundred stormy years The dear notes ring, and will not cease; And past all mists of mortal tears The guiding star rebukes our fears,— Peace and Good-will: Good-will and Peace.

Shine, blessed star, the night is black, Shine, and the heavens with radiance fill, While on thy slender, guiding track The angel voices echo back,— Good-will and Peace: Peace and Good-will.