“Yes, we waited for you; let’s have them now, and “father dear,” who had not lifted his glorious voice in song since that Christmas eight years ago, led the singers:
“It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near to earth
To touch their harps of gold.”
Such singing! It came from hearts overflowing with joy and gratitude.
One after another of the old carols pealed forth, while the hearts of men and women grew kind toward all the world, opened wide the gates that the message of Christmas might enter in.
“God rest you, merry gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay,”
sang the happy voices.