Christmas in Cuba. 227 CHRISTMAS IN CUBA. On the hill-side droops the palm, Through the tremulous air I hear The chiming of Christmas bells, And birds with singing sweet But with strong desire I sigh Where glistens the northern star; Embraces mountain and plain, And meadows their secret keep Dearer the pine-clad hills And roaring winds that blow, Than this tropical calm, and perfume Of jasmine and lily and rose, These flowers that always bloom, This nature without repose. Alas for the delight Of a distant fireside, Where loving hearts unite To keep this Christmas-tide! As their fragrant boughs entwine O Christ-child pure and fair, Thy love is everywhere, On land and on the sea. I grasp Thy saving hand, Helen S. Conant. Farewell to Christmas. 229 FAREWELL TO CHRISTMAS. Now farewell, good Christmas, Adieu and adieu, I needs now must leave thee, And I care not how quickly But ere thou departest, The wassail well spiced About shall go round, Though it cost my good master Best part of a pound: Her nappy good liquor And to welcome us kindly As lovingly, friends; New Christmas Carols, A.D. 1661. The New Year. 231 THE NEW YEAR. Hark, the cock crows, and yon bright star |