The lot of love is chosen. I learnt that much Struggling for an image on the track Of the whirling Zodiac. Scarce did he my body touch, Scarce sank he from the west Or found a subtetranean rest...
Bones a-gittin' achy, Back a-feelin' col', Han's a-growin' shaky, Jes' lak I was ol'. Fros' erpon de meddah Lookin' mighty white; Snowdraps lak a feddah Slippin' down at night....
It was Chrismus Eve, I mind hit fu' a mighty gloomy day-- Bofe de weathah an' de people--not a one of us was gay; Cose you 'll t'ink dat 's mighty funny 'twell I try to mek hit cleah,...
I saw myself, in dream, a youth, almost a boy, in a low-pitched wooden church. The slim wax candles gleamed, spots of red, before the old pictures of the saints. ...
Now ere I slept, my prayer had been that I might see my way To do the will of Christ, our Lord and Master, day by day; And with this prayer upon my lips, I knew not that I dreamed,...
To-day I saw a little, calm-eyed child, - Where soft lights rippled and the shadows tarried Within a church's shelter arched and aisled, - Peacefully wondering, to the altar carried; ...
I dreamed I stood upon a hill, and, lo! The godly multitudes walked to and fro Beneath, in Sabbath garments fitly clad, With pious mien, appropriately sad, While all the church bells made a solemn din,...
The beauty of the Northern dawns, Their pure, pale light is thine; Yet all the dreams of tropic nights Within thy blue eyes shine. Not statelier in their prisoning seas The icebergs grandly move,...
The glowing censers, and their rich perfume; The splendid vestments, and the sounding choir; The gentle sigh of soul-subduing piety; The alms which open-hearted charity Bestows, with kindly glance; and those...
Step wid de banjo an' glide wid de fiddle, Dis ain' no time fu' to pottah an' piddle: Fu' Christmas is comin', it's right on de way, An' dey's houahs to dance 'fo' de break o' de day. ...
With all the little children, far and near, God wot! to-day we'll sing a song of cheer! To rosy lips and eyes, that know not guile, We one and all will give back smile for smile;...
The birth day of the Christ child dawneth slow Out of the opal east in rosy flame, As if a luminous picture in its frame-- A great cathedral window, toward the sun Lifted a form divine, which still below...
Christmas has come, let's eat and drink, This is no time to sit and think; Farewell to study, books and pen, And welcome to all kinds of men. Let all men now get rid of care,...
Old father Time, his cruel scythe Has swung full oft around, Since last the merry Christmas, bells Rang out their cheerful sound. With cruel vigor he has held His great, impartial sway,...