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,...
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...
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...
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,...
How did they keep his birthday then, The little fair Christ, so long ago? O, many there were to be housed and fed, And there was no place in the inn, they said, So into the manger the Christ must go,...
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,...
Great-hearted child, thy very being The Son, Who know'st the hearts of all us prodigals;-- For who is prodigal but he who has gone Far from the true to heart it with the false?--...