There was once a farmer who had three sons and one little daughter. The eldest son was a studious boy who learned so much out of books that the farmer said: We must send Mihailo to school and make a priest of him. The second boy was a... Read more of The Laughing Prince at Children Stories.caInformational Site Network Informational

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The Christmas Fires
ANNE P.L. FIELD The Christmas fires brightly...

Christmas At Fezziwig's Warehouse
CHARLES DICKENS "YO HO! my boys," said Fezziwig. "...

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

Christmas Song
LYDIA A.C. WARD Why do bells for Christmas r...

Merry Christmas
ANON In the rush of the merry morning, ...

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

A Christmas Hymn
ANON Written in the Chapel of the Manger, in the...

The Glorious Song Of Old


It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold,
Peace on the earth, good-will to men,
From heaven's all-gracious King--
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.

Still through the cloven skies they come
With peaceful wings unfurled,
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world;
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing,
And ever o'er its Babel-sounds
The blessed angels sing.

But with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long;
Beneath the angel-strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong.
And man at war with man hears not
The love-song which they bring;
Oh, hush the noise, ye men of strife,
And hear the angels sing!

And ye beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow,
Look now! for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing:--
Oh, rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing!

For lo! the days the hastening on
By prophet-bards foretold,
When with the ever-circling years
Comes round the age of gold;
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world give back the song
Which now the angels sing.

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