The Christmas Tree

"Wbile the winter snows are dressing All the trees in spotleas white, And the twillRht and the firo-light 'Round my ingle Uleud and minólo, And the nigfet Creepeth on ftpace, thcre towers On my hcarth a tree whose flowers Nu re were bom in elfln bowera Far removed from inortal sight. 'Tia the king of all the oedars. And its branches, green and fair, With tlieir welght of golden fruitage Beud and disten, And l listen While the air Seems with benisons replete, Which my lip.s and heart ropeat. Borne on iiu-t-nsr weirti and sweet - Incensé sweet beyond compare. Myriada of dainty baubles Nestled in its branches are; Jlanks of shilling, tinted tapers, flaetüng, gleaming, Eao.h one seeming Like the star Which. through all the toil and dang Led the magi to the man:-rrr Where was born the lioyal Stranger From the heavenly court afar. As the tapera, slowly burning, Set in darkness one by one. And the troopa of rosy children 'Round my ingle TbroiiLr and iningle, Whiïe the fun And the look L glad surprise Fade froni out their sated eyes, " Teil us now," my Princess cries, ' Of the Blessed Virgin's Son.11 Little Princess Golden-Loeks, Tlironed upon my knee again Waits to hear the old, old story, New forever, Whioh hathnever Ended been ; How the Kastern ages biing ïreaKures to the Teasaut King, And the hosts of heaven wing, 11 Peace on earth, good-wili to men,"