A Christmas Carol.

            The brazen bells of laughing lands
                In swelling echoes wildly ring,
            And over seas and hoary strands
                This Christmas carol sing.


    "Awaken, O, heart of the race,
        To bountiful riches from Eden above,
    Till roses of beauty and lilies of grace
        Shall sweeten the languishing bosom with love;
    Till virulent sorrow and venomous hate
        Their poisonous curses of misery cease,
    And rapturous fortune, felicitous fate,
        Have rule in the musical meadows of peace.

    "The voices of morning to men,
        In passionate whispers of bounteous glee,
    Are pulsing the gladness of Christmas again
        O'er plains of the prairie and sounds of the sea;
    Rejoice and be happy, O, languishing soul,
        In limitless treasures of marvelous cheer,
    Till ravishing murmurs of lullabies roll
        Through all of the sorrows that sadden the year!

    "Though summer has gone from the earth,
        And silken embraces of velvety snow
    Are folding the blossoms of beauty and worth
        In wretched surroundings of wearisome woe;
    Let innocent joys in their sweetness abound
        And silvery cadence in melody start,
    Till rapturous fortunes with pleasure surround
        The aims of the soul and the hopes of the heart.

    "Let youth with its yearning engage
        All vigorous passion that lives in the breast,
    While tearful remembrance of tottering age
        Finds halcyon harbors of comforting rest;
    Let silver of years with the ardor of youth
        Be going again through the temple of joy,
    While palms of amusement and laurels of truth
        Encircle the hearts of the maiden and boy.

    "Let happiness reign with the race;
        There's never a reason for sorrowful tears,
    Kriss Kringle has come with his fatherly face
        To comfort complaining humanity's fears;
    Let music go 'round and the beautiful smile
        Bring gladsome delight to the bosom of bliss,
    Till gentle enjoyments unbroken beguile
        The souls of the sad with their coveted kiss.

    "Though crystalline frost on the trees,
        Though ice on the river and snow on the plain
    Are freezing the breath of the shivering breeze.
        The heart has Nepenthe for all of its pain;
    For Christmas is king, and his bountiful hand
        Is giving its treasures to mountain and lea,
    And gentleness rules on the billowy strand,
        And reigns in the far-away isles of the sea."

            This is the carol that swells
                Over the meadows and brakes,
            From brazen throats of the pealing bells
                When Christmas morning wakes.