Opening gifts the children vary cries Of happiness with jealousy and tears, The rapid shifting moods of miseries And joys so different from those youthful years
Now swiftly flown in life's pale evening glow; The warmth of love, the plenitude of grace When candles spoke a liturgy and snow Enveloped all the world in white embrace.
To see the gifts beneath the fragrant tree, Lit only by the light of a speeding train, A season full of childhood's memory That never shall I see on earth again.
Now all are gone to a dwelling place of rest And I seek still my soul to find, nor grieve For those who sleep at peace on heaven's breast As new prayers rise upon this Christmas eve.
Poems Undated (1727)
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