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The Greatest Of These
JOSEPH MILLS HANSON THE outside door swung open su...

Wassailer's Song
ROBERT SOUTHWELL Wassail! wassail! all over ...

A Christmas Piece
Of garnered rhyme, from hidden stores of olden time tha...

Master Sandy's Snapdragon
ELBRIDGE S. BROOKS THERE was just enough of Decemb...

A Christmas Letter From Australia
DOUGLAS SLADEN 'Tis Christmas, and the North win...

Old Christmas Returned
All you that to feasting and mirth are inclined, ...

An Offertory
MARY MAPES DODGE Oh, the beauty of the Chris...





Christmas Carol






PHILLIPS BROOKS

The earth has grown old with its burden of care,
But at Christmas it always is young,
The heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair,
And its soul full of music bursts forth on the air,
When the song of the angels is sung.

It is coming, Old Earth, it is coming to-night!
On the snowflakes which cover thy sod
The feet of the Christ-child fall gentle and white,
And the voice of the Christ-child tells out with delight
That mankind are the children of God.

On the sad and the lonely, the wretched and poor,
The voice of the Christ-child shall fall;
And to every blind wanderer open the door
Of hope that he dared not to dream of before,
With a sunshine of welcome for all.

The feet of the humblest may walk in the field
Where the feet of the Holiest trod,
This, then, is the marvel to mortals revealed
When the silvery trumpets of Christmas have pealed,
That mankind are the children of God.





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