VOICES IN THE MIST
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill
Answer each other in the mist.
Four voices of four hamlets round,
From far and near, on mead and moor,
Swell out and fail, as if a door
Were shut between me and the sound.
Each voice four changes on the wind,
That now dilate, and now decrease,
Peace and goodwill, goodwill and peace,
Peace and goodwill, to all mankind.
Brothers and Sisters,
On this Christmas Eve, may each of you, and all those you love, know that the power and majesty of God is a real as the words you are reading now. And may that sure knowledge fill you and yours with the hope, peace and joy that surpasses all understanding.
Now, let the spirit of this season lift your hearts, and may the light of God’s saving grace, through his Son Jesus Christ brighten each day of the coming year.
Peace, love and joy,
Z gardener
Good Morning Garden 
Precious!
Thank you.
Jeanie R