Towards the end of an autumn afternoon an elderly man with a thin face and grey Piccadilly weepers pushed open the swing-door leading into the vestibule of a certain famous library, and addressing himself to an attendant, stated that he believe... Read more of The Tractate Middoth at Scary Stories.caInformational Site Network Informational
Privacy

  Home - Stories - Christmas History

Categories

Additional Pieces
Celebration
Old Carols And Exercises
Origin
Significance And Spirit
Stories


Stories

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

The Trail Through The Forest
Two years had passed, to a day, almost to an hour, si...

Christmas Carol
JAMES S. PARK So crowded was the little town...

Santa Claus At Simpson's Bar
BRET HARTE It was nearly midnight when the festiviti...

Old Father Christmas
J. H. EWING THE custom of Christmas-trees came fro...

The First New England Christmas
G. L. STONE AND M. G. FICKETT IT WAS a warm and pl...

Neighbors Of The Christ Night
NORA ARCHIBALD SMITH Deep in the shelter of ...





Hymn For Christmas






FELICIA HEMANS

Oh! lovely voices of the sky
Which hymned the Saviour's birth,
Are ye not singing still on high,
Ye that sang, Peace on earth?
To us yet speak the strains
Wherewith, in time gone by,
Ye blessed the Syrian swains,
Oh! voices of the sky!

Oh! clear and shining light, whose beams
That hour Heaven's glory shed,
Around the palms, and o'er the streams,
And on the shepherd's head.
Be near, through life and death,
As in that holiest night
Of hope, and joy, and faith--
Oh! clear and shining light!





Next: New Prince New Pomp

Previous: The Angels



Add to del.icio.us Add to Reddit Add to Digg Add to Del.icio.us Add to Google Add to Twitter Add to Stumble Upon
Add to Informational Site Network
Report
Privacy
SHAREADD TO EBOOK


Viewed: 2521