THE CHORAL.

(From a Painting by Walther Firle.)

 

(Gla TANS. “ONS

HRISTMAS tide is a time of cold,
Of weathers bleak and of winds ablow ;
Never a flower —fold on fold
Of grace and beauty — tops the snow
Or breaks the black and bitter mold.

And yet ’tis warm — for the chill and gloom
Glow with love and with childhood’s glee ;
And yet ’tis sweet — with the rich perfume
Of sacrifice and of charity.

Where are flowers more fair to see?

Christmas tide, itis warm and sweet:

A whole world’s heart at a Baby’s feet!
Richard Burton.