The Phantom slowly, gravely, silently, approached. When it came near him, Scrooge bent down upon his knee; for in the very air through which this Spirit moved it seemed to scatter gloom and mystery. It was shrouded in a deep black garment, which concealed its head, its face, its form, and left nothing of it visible save one outstretched hand. […] It thrilled [Scrooge] with a vague uncertain horror, to know that behind the mask there were eyes staring at him. A Christmas Carol, 1843, ~Charles Dickens
…God is able to make all grace abound toward you, that ye, always having all sufficiency in all things, may abound to every good work.
Thanks be unto God for his unspeakable gift. ~2Cor 9:8,15
Here’s a poem from John Greenleaf Whittier, titled Mystic’s Christmas. (Be sure to scroll inside the verse’s window, as there are more a few more stanzas than first appear):