of idols, saying that it was the followers of certain men of the Western Church who appointed the twenty-fifth day of December as the day of Christ's
birth, when in truth it was a pagan feast among the sun-wor-shippers. Chrysostom said, in a sermon he delivered at Antioch on the twentieth of December in the year 386 or 388, that the 25th of December had been a feast known in the West from ancient times, and that the Western peoples dwelling in the region lying between Thrace and Cadiz honored this feast and celebrated it as a pagan festival. Its origin, then, is in the West, and from there it spread rapidly into the Eastern lands. Our proof of this is that Honorius, Emperor of Rome in the West, wrote to his mother and to his brother Arcadius, Emperor of Byzantium, describing to her how the feast was celebrated in the West. The Christians of the Eastern Roman Empire soon adopted it. The three patriarchs of the East acknowledged it officially in the days of Pope Anastasius (398–401): the Patriarch Theophilus of Alexandria, the Patriarch John of Jerusalem, and the Patriarch Flavian of Antioch. And the Armenian Patriarch Isaac adopted it from Proclus, Patriarch of Constantinople, in the year 440. But the Armenian Christians who were subject to the Byzantine patriarchal see kept this feast for only thirty years.
Sing on!! Burst forth! And wash the hills, streams of pealing.
Burst forth!! Sing on... Bells... Bells...
Carry it onward to the crossroads of the generations, where the snows are flecks from the garment of the stars,
and the intervals of your pealing live and die — carry onward
bundles of myrrh
and pools of frankincense
and columns of incense...
At the meeting-place of remotest time, the earth made the sky her guest,
and the panting of the frost hearkened: to the growing of the grasses,
to the roses taking color,
and to the fragrance of the white lilies.
And in the panting of the frost, and beneath the soil of the earth, the body cast out
its humors, and the spirit rose, shaking from its shoulders "the grime
of the Flood" and "the statue of Sodom," gathering in the universes the shadow of God.
And primal matter rattled through the worlds; so the spirit picked up the jewels of the abstract
and burst them over the earth in rivers:
it poured "Knowledge" into the light of the sun,
and made of "Truth" and "Sufficiency" pillars for the temples,
and spread upon the air a scarf of "Love" and "Mysticism" and "Beauty,"
and the world stood imaged, dazed, upon the face of the sky.
And the angels steal in through the windows of the firmament, asking with a glance whether the earth might become their dwelling.
And in the forests of existence were vipers that flared up, curled their lips in scorn, and turned away
from what was sent down upon the mountain. So they loaded the cross upon him; he sank, and he rose;
and they dressed him in a crown of thorns,
and his limbs were nailed,
and the blood gushed from his side,
and they gave him vinegar to drink,
and the Greatest Being gasped out in his last agony: "Eli! Eli! why hast thou forsaken me?" while the spirit hovered about him:
"Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do."
And the mountains rent their garments, and the tomb was shaken,
and the caravans of the generations chanted, in the name of God, incantations:
Sing on!! Burst forth! And wash the hills, streams of pealing,
Burst forth!! Sing on! Bells! Bells! Bells.