English poem
Christmas Wishes.
by Juliana Horatia Ewing (1841–1885)
A CAROL. Oh, happy Christmas, full of blessings, come! Now bid our discords cease; Here give the weary ease; Let the long-parted meet again in peace; Bring back the far-away; Grant us a holiday; And by the hopes of Christmas-tide we pray— Let love restore the fallen to his Home; Whilst up and down the snowy streets the Christmas minstrels sing; And through the frost from countless towers the bells of Christmas ring. Ah, Christ! and yet a happier day shall come! Then bid our discords cease; There give the weary ease; Let the long-parted meet again in peace; Bring back the far-away; Grant us a holiday; And by the hopes of Christmas-tide we pray— Let love restore the fallen to his Home; Whilst up and down the golden streets the blessed angels sing, And evermore the heavenly chimes in heavenly cadence ring.