Christmas

Hptoi cornos oíd Fathor Cbrifitmas, with sound of fife and drnir.s ; With mig tictac about bis brows, 8o ruerrily be conloe I IIíb aruis are full of all good ebeer, lüs face with laugbter glowa, He fbines Hke any houaehold flro Atuid tbe cruel tmows. lie íh tbe o)d-íolks' Cbrfslmos ;Z He warros tbeir hearta like wíne, He tbawB tbeir winter into spring, And makes their faces shine. II urrah for Fatber Chrietnias E Hiiiíí all the inerry bells 1 And bring tho grandsirea all around To bear the tale lie u-lls. Hero comes the Christmas Angel, Ho geutle and bo caltn ; As floftly as the falling flakcB, He comea with ilute and psalm. All in a cloud of gJory, Ab onco pon tho plain To nbepherd boya in Jevry, He bringfl gooa nf wb again. He íh tbe young-folkH CtiriHtina ; He niakee tbeir eyen grow bright With words of hope ana tendor thougbt, And viMona of deligbt. Hail to the Chriatinas Argel ! AH pcace ou earth bo brings ; He gathere all tbe youtbs aud maldH Beneath bis sbiBiiig wings. Ifere comeB tbe little ChriBt-cblld, A1I innocencf and joy, And beariug kUíh in either band Für evory girl and boy. He tellB the tonder ptory About tbe Holy Maid, And Jf'suK in the manger IJpforc tbe oxen laid. Ltke any little winter bird lio ñinga Iris aweetrst song, Till all tho cherubs in the sky To bear htB carol tbrong. He ík tbe childrcn'a Cbristmas ; Tbey como, without a cali, To gather round the gracious Chüd, "Who bringeth joy to all. But who shall bring their Ohrlstmaa, Who wrentie eiill wtth hfe? Not grandnires, youtbs, nor little f olks, But th'-y wbo wage the strife ; The fatbers ad the motbers Who fight for homr-B and bread, Who watcb and ward tbe living, And bury all tbe dead. Ab I by their aiile at Cbrietmas-tido The Lord of Cbxistmas ataud ; He smoothe tbe f urrowa from their brows With ptrong and tender hands. " I toke my Chrintmaa gift," He saitb, From thee, tired soul, and be Who givetb to niy little onea (livca also unto me !"