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The First Christmas-tree
BY LUCY WHEELOCK TWO little children were sitting ...

Daily Bread
I. A QUESTION OF NOURISHMENT. "And how is he?" ...

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

The Mahogany-tree
WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY Christmas is her...

How Christmas Came To The Santa Maria Flats
ELIA W. PEATTIE THERE were twenty-six flat childre...

Ceremonies For Christmas
ROBERT HERRICK Come, bring with a noise, ...

Love Is The Whole
A STORY FOR CHILDREN. This is a story about some c...





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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