Still as the day comes round For Thee to be revealed, By wakeful shepherds Thou art found, Abiding in the field. All through the wintry heaven and chill night air, Oh faint not ye for fear; What though your wandering sheep, High Heaven, in mercy to your sad annoy, Think on the eternal home The Saviour left for you; To dwell with hearts untrue : So shall ye tread untired His pastoral ways, "Blithest carol, sweetest chime, Hearts that dance to peal and rhyme, A LITTLE CHRISTMAS SERMON. "Starry tree, shine out anew, Glittering as with golden dew, Gay with fruits of every hue!" This is what ye said, I trow : Ponder what the carols mean; What the chime rung out between ; What the laden evergreen. "Glory be to God most high!" Sang His angels in the sky, When the Lord to men drew nigh. "Peace on earth-goodwill and peace; Love shall reign, and wrong shall cease; He is born-The Prince of Peace!" Just for love of us He came, "I will save you," thus He said: Little children, closest prest This is love to do His will; Battling selfishness within, Sorrowing over every evil wrought; Open deed or secret thought; Straightway doing as ye ought; Blessing all for His dear sake, This is love a service light, Let your little hearts reply "God is love for evermore : Let your lives ring out His praise, Beautiful with holiness, Let your daily deeds confess In whose Name ye seek to bless. This is what the carols mean; F ROM frozen climes, and endless tracts of snow, From streams which northern winds forbid to flow, What present shall the Muse to Dorset bring, Or how, so near the pole, attempt to sing? No gentle-breathing breeze prepares the spring, No birds within the desert region sing. The ships unmoved, the boisterous winds defy. And yet, but lately, have I seen, e’en here. The winter in a lovely dress appear. Ere yet the clouds let fall the treasured snow, Or winds begun through hazy skies to blow ; At evening a keen eastern breeze arose, And the descending rain unsullied froze. Soon as the silent shades of night withdrew, The ruddy morn disclosed at once to view The face of Nature in a rich disguise, And brightened every object to my eyes: For every shrub, and every blade of grass, And every pointed thorn, seemed wrought in glass: In pearls and rubies rich the hawthorn show, While through the ice the crimson berries glow. The thick-sprung reeds, which watery marshes yield, Seemed polished lances in a hostile field. The stag, in limpid currents, with surprise, Sees crystal branches on his forehead rise: The spreading oak, the beech, and towering pine, |