Holly Berries. Let them grace our happy homes Keenly blows the icy wind, Yet we love the closing years Holly berries, holly berries, Red and bright and beaming, Oh, what happy thoughts can cling 5 C. M. P. CHRISTMAS HYMN. JALM on the listening ear of night Celestial choirs from courts above Shed sacred glories there; And angels with their sparkling harps Make music on the air. The answering hills of Palestine And greet, from all their holy heights, On the blue depths of Galilee Christmas Hymn. Glory to God! the sounding skies Light on thy hills, Jerusalem! The Saviour now is born! And bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains E. H. SEARS. 7 WINTER. REARY old Winter! weary old Winter! Snow-blanched carl, all dripping and chill; Ice chains have bound thee, winds whistle round thee, Heavily, gloomily, plodding on still. Yet when we meet thee, kindly we greet thee- Dreary old Winter! weary old Winter! We'll make thy eye brighten, thy icy blood glow. Cheery old Winter! merry old Winter! Laugh, while with yule-wreath thy temples are bound; Drain the spiced bowl now, cheer thy old soul now, "Christmas waes hael!" pledge the holy toast round. Broach butt and barrel; with dance and with carol Crown we old Winter of revels the king; And when he is weary of living so merry, He'll lie down and die on the green lap of Spring. OW heavily the path of life Is trod by him who walks alone; Who hears not, on his dreary way, Affection's sweet and cheering tone; Alone, although his heart should bound With love to all things great and fair, They love not him,-there is not one His sorrow or his joy to share. The ancient stars look coldly down Till his remembrance pass away. Nor to his homage deigns reply; The stormy billows bear him forth, Regardless which-to live or die. |