Christmas

Dearest ... for thee I make my Christmas song! A song of holly and of fragrant tree, Of festivals, that sweep their happy throng, Dearest, for thee!

Look ... how the folding snow is on the lea; See the fine hoar frost lie the hedge along And the white holy stars shine mistily. A Christmas gift held high, though winds are strong, A warm and glowing gift, though ice may be, Comes star-blest, Christ-blest, over pain and wrong, Dearest, for thee!