Christmas Chimes.

    Once more the merry Christmas bells,
        Are ringing far and wide;
Their chime in rhythmic chorus swells,
    While every brazen throat foretells,
        A joyous Christmastide.

    What is the burden of your chime,
        Ye bells of Christmastide?
    What tidings in your clangorous rhyme,
What message would your tongues sublime
        To human hearts confide?

    Our chime is of salvation's plan,
        And every Christmastide
Since Christmas bells to chime, began
    We've caroled Heaven's gift to man,
        A Saviour crucified.

Alfred Castner King

Alfred Castner King was an American poet. He is recognized for his significant contributions to American poetry. Despite battling with blindness, his disability did not deter him from crafting poetry that captivated many readers. King often wrote about nature and personal experiences, reflecting a deep appreciation for the world around him and the nuances of human emotion.

Alfred Castner King

Suggested by a Mountain Eagle.

Alfred Castner King, Simple Poetry

As The Indian.

Alfred Castner King, Simple Poetry

Fame.

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Reflections.

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When flowers of affection grow,
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            The brazen bells of laughing lands
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