sermons. They show his poetical temperament; and
his little lyric 'O Little Town of Bethlehem' will be sung as long as
Christmas is celebrated. His essays show more clearly even than his
sermons his opinions on society, literature, and religion. They place
him where he belongs, in that "small transfigured band the world cannot
tame,"--the world of Cranmer, Jeremy Taylor, Robertson, Arnold, Maurice.
His paper on Dean Stanley discloses his theological views as openly as
do his addresses on 'Heresies and Orthodoxy.'
As might be expected of one who, in the word's best sense, was so
thoroughly a man, he had great influence with young men and was one of
the most popular of Harvard preachers. It was his custom for thirty
alternate years to go abroad in the summer, and there, as in America, he
was regarded as a great pulpit orator. He took a large view of social
questions and was in sympathy with all great popular movements. His
advancement to the episcopate was warmly welcomed by all parties, except
one branch of his own church with which his principles were at variance,
and every denomination delighted in his elevation as if he were the
peculiar property of each.
He published several volumes of sermons. His works include 'Lectures on
Preaching' (New York, 1877), 'Sermons' (1878-81), 'Bohlen Lectures'
(1879), 'Baptism and Confirmation' (1880), 'Sermons Preached in English
Churches' (1883), 'The Oldest Schools in America' (Boston, 1885),
'Twenty Sermons' (New York, 1886), 'Tolerance' (1887), 'The Light of the
World, and Other Sermons' (1890), and 'Essays and Addresses' (1894). His
'Letters of Travel' show him to be an accurate observer, with a large
fund of spontaneous humor. No letters to children are so delightful as
those in this volume.
O LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM
O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by.
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee to-night.
O morning stars, together
Proclaim the holy birth!
And praises sing to God the King,
And peace to men on earth.
For Christ is born of Mary,
And gathered all above;
While mortals sleep the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love.
How silently, how silently,
The wondrous gift is given!
So God
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