Not in retrospective rhyme;
But in true and living earnest
May the spirit of that day,
Artless, plain, and unpretending,
Once again resume its sway!
CHRISTMAS.
The Day of Days.
Solo. ’Twas eighteen hundred years ago,
Not in retrospective rhyme;
But in true and living earnest
May the spirit of that day,
Artless, plain, and unpretending,
Once again resume its sway!
Solo. ’Twas eighteen hundred years ago,