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?--...
'Twas drawing near the holiday, When piety and pity met In whisp'ring council, and agreed That Christmas time, in homes of need, Should be remembered in a way They never could forget.
Whoso hears a chiming for Christmas at the nighest, Hears a sound like Angels chanting in their glee, Hears a sound like palm-boughs waving in the highest,...
Phantom streams were in the distance mocking lights of lake and pool Ghosts of trees of soft green lustre groves of shadows deep and cool! Yea, some devil ran before them changing skies of brass to blue,...
How will it dawn, the coming Christmas Day? A northern Christmas, such as painters love, And kinsfolk, shaking hands but once a year, And dames who tell old legends by the fire?...
Beautiful stories wed with lovely days Like words and music:--what shall be the tale Of love and nobleness that might avail To express in action what this sweetness says-- ...
I think I might be weary of this day That comes inevitably every year, The same when I was young and strong and gay, The same when I am old and growing sere-- I should grow weary of it every year...
Christmas Eve is here at last. And I'm happy as can be. Going to have a Christmas-tree, And more toys than any past Christmas saw or ever had, So my mother says, for me....