Qn CHARITY bent, and hand in hand,
Two fairies went, though they’d no wand,

Nor wings had they of a dazzling hue,

But dressed like me, or just like you.

’Tis Christmas morn, the snow lies deep, \

  
 
 
 
 
  
  

And all around seems hushed in sleep ;
But as they take their way along,

A Christmas peal rings out ding-dong !

And every note of the village chime
Appears to sing in merry rhyme;

Good cheer shall enter every home, _.

  
  
 

Where’er these fairies sweet shall

come !
Arthur Scane.