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My Wish.
Thy own wish wish I thee in every place:
The Christmas joy, the song, the feast, the cheer!
Thine be the light of love in every face
That looks on thee, to bless thy coming year.
The Christmas joy, the song, the feast, the cheer!
Thine be the light of love in every face
That looks on thee, to bless thy coming year.
Thy own wish wish I thee. What dost thou crave?
All thy dear hopes be thine what e'er they be.
A wish fulfilled may make thee king or slave;
I wish thee wisdom's eyes wherewith to see.
All thy dear hopes be thine what e'er they be.
A wish fulfilled may make thee king or slave;
I wish thee wisdom's eyes wherewith to see.
Behold she stands and waits, the youthful year!
A breeze of morning stirs about her brows:
She holds thy storm and sunshine, bliss and fear,
Blossom and fruit upon the bending boughs.
A breeze of morning stirs about her brows:
She holds thy storm and sunshine, bliss and fear,
Blossom and fruit upon the bending boughs.
She brings thee gifts. What blessing wilt thou choose?
Life's crown of good, in earth or heaven above,
The one immortal joy thou canst not lose
Is love! Leave all the rest and choose thou love.
Life's crown of good, in earth or heaven above,
The one immortal joy thou canst not lose
Is love! Leave all the rest and choose thou love.
A Christmas Carol.
Carol sweet and carol clear,
'Tis the day that crowns the year!
Up to Thee our hearts we raise:
Songs of joy and songs of praise
On the listening air we pour;
Hear, O Christ, whom we adore!
Thou, God's spirit and God's gift,
Up to Thee our love we lift.
'Tis the day that crowns the year!
Up to Thee our hearts we raise:
Songs of joy and songs of praise
On the listening air we pour;
Hear, O Christ, whom we adore!
Thou, God's spirit and God's gift,
Up to Thee our love we lift.
Happy day and holy hour,
When man's hope broke into flower,
When God's promise was fulfilled.
Doubts were cancelled, fears were stilled:
When the word Incarnate came
Clothed in music, winged with flame!
Carol sweet and carol clear,
'Tis the day that crowns the year!
When man's hope broke into flower,
When God's promise was fulfilled.
Doubts were cancelled, fears were stilled:
When the word Incarnate came
Clothed in music, winged with flame!
Carol sweet and carol clear,
'Tis the day that crowns the year!
CELIA THAXTER.
A Christmas Hymn.
O lift your voices clear in chorus sweet,
To greet the Christmas morn that dawns once more!
On the still air the holy hymn outpour,
And yet again the lofty strain repeat;
To greet the Christmas morn that dawns once more!
On the still air the holy hymn outpour,
And yet again the lofty strain repeat;
While the melodious organ pealing slow
In golden tones resounding far and wide,
Bears the soul upward on its solemn tide
Till all earth's sins and cares are left below;
In golden tones resounding far and wide,
Bears the soul upward on its solemn tide
Till all earth's sins and cares are left below;
And listening angels might rejoice to hear
A sound so high and pure,—might join the song,
Praising unheard, unseen, a glorious throng,
A choir invisible, light hovering near.
A sound so high and pure,—might join the song,
Praising unheard, unseen, a glorious throng,
A choir invisible, light hovering near.
Children of earth and heaven, together sing,
And hail the star of splendor set on high!
Let your hosannas echo to the sky,
To welcome your Redeemer and your King.
And hail the star of splendor set on high!
Let your hosannas echo to the sky,
To welcome your Redeemer and your King.
CELIA THAXTER.
Victorious Love.
Hark, the sweet chant! “O holy, holy, holy,”
With voices clear the waiting angels sing,
Standing about the mother, meek and lowly,
Whose calm breast pillows soft heaven's new-born King.
With voices clear the waiting angels sing,
Standing about the mother, meek and lowly,
Whose calm breast pillows soft heaven's new-born King.
Loud swells the chorus, “Pain is lost in glory!
Ye nations of the earth, exalt His name!
Sound, golden pipes, and tell the wondrous story
Of love divine, that to man's rescue came.
Ye nations of the earth, exalt His name!
Sound, golden pipes, and tell the wondrous story
Of love divine, that to man's rescue came.
“Lo! he shall vanquish death with cheer immortal,
Shall conquer woe, and triumph over sin;
His hand shall open wide the heavenly portal,
That all God's souls may safely enter in.”
Shall conquer woe, and triumph over sin;
His hand shall open wide the heavenly portal,
That all God's souls may safely enter in.”
CELIA THAXTER.
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