A
Merry Christmas
To
All Readers and Followers of 'The Land of Lost Content'
Many years ago, in the National
Galleries of Scotland, Edinburgh, I discovered a Nativity scene by the Scottish
artist William Bell Scott (1811-90). This had been painted around 1872. The artist had used the landscape of south
Ayrshire as his inspiration. This Nativity was set in a dilapidated barn near
Penkill Castle. In the background can be seen the rural lowland Scottish
landscape: one of the approaching shepherds is playing the bagpipes. It was
this painting that made me realise that the Nativity is universal. European Renaissance
painters had set it in their local landscapes, both rural and urban. So why not
Ayrshire, or anywhere?
Light in the Darkness
Norval Clyne (1817-1888)
The blasts of chill December sound
The farewell of the year,
And night's swift shadows gath'ring round
O'er cloud the soul with fear;
But rest you well, good Christian men,
Nor be of heart forlorn;
December's darkness begins again
The Light of Christmas morn.
And night's swift shadows gath'ring round
O'er cloud the soul with fear;
But rest you well, good Christian men,
Nor be of heart forlorn;
December's darkness begins again
The Light of Christmas morn.
The welcome snow at Christmas-tyde
Falls shining from the skies:
On village paths and uplands wide
All holy-white it lies;
It crowns with pearl the oaks and pines,
And glitters on the thorn,
And purer is the Light that shines
On gladsome Christmas morn.
Falls shining from the skies:
On village paths and uplands wide
All holy-white it lies;
It crowns with pearl the oaks and pines,
And glitters on the thorn,
And purer is the Light that shines
On gladsome Christmas morn.
'Twas when the world was waxing old,
And night on Bethlehem lay,
The shepherds saw the heavens unfold
A light beyond the day;
Such glory ne'er had visited
A world with sin outworn;
But yet more glorious Light is shed
On happy Christmas morn.
And night on Bethlehem lay,
The shepherds saw the heavens unfold
A light beyond the day;
Such glory ne'er had visited
A world with sin outworn;
But yet more glorious Light is shed
On happy Christmas morn.
Those shepherds poor, how blest were they
The angels' song to hear!
In manger cradle as He lay,
To greet their Lord so dear!
The Lord of Heaven's eternal height
For us a Child was born:
And He, the very Light of Light,
Shone forth that Christmas morn!
The angels' song to hear!
In manger cradle as He lay,
To greet their Lord so dear!
The Lord of Heaven's eternal height
For us a Child was born:
And He, the very Light of Light,
Shone forth that Christmas morn!
Before His Infant smile afar
Were driven the hosts of hell;
And still in souls that childlike are
His guardian Love shall dwell:
O then rejoice, good Christian men,
Nor be of hear forlorn;
December's darkness bring again
The Light of Christmas morn.
Were driven the hosts of hell;
And still in souls that childlike are
His guardian Love shall dwell:
O then rejoice, good Christian men,
Nor be of hear forlorn;
December's darkness bring again
The Light of Christmas morn.
A merry Christmas to you and yours and best wishes for the New Year
ReplyDeleteMany many thanks for your continued efforts in sharing your enjoyment and enthusiasm for "classical" music.
ReplyDeleteYou have educated me immensely with your various missives.
Many thanks and seasonal greetings from deepest Shropshire - "The Land of Lost Contentment" (sic).
Cheers,
Douglas (UK)