TRANSMUTED.
Bright bloom the roses of the eventide,
Roses whose parted petals never fall;
Transmuted, they in living light,
Vibrate responsive to the heart of man,
And man to God.
CHRISTMAS GIFTS.
I like to watch the Christmas gifts, so gaily they go by,
To win sweet words from sweeter lips, the love light to the eye.
The mother’s face will beam with joy, the children dance with glee,
When, as the evening closes in, we gather round the tree.
I like to watch the Christmas gifts, a father’s willing hands
Are bearing swiftly homeward for he always understands
Just what will give most pleasure to the hearts he longs to please,
Although he may not bring them, either wealth, or power, or ease.
I like to watch the Christmas gifts, they gladly troop along,
The plain, the proud, the practical, a merry, motley throng.
It matters not how much they cost in money, none may miss,
Giving at least one person some share of Christmas bliss.
WHAT HE WANTED.
“Mamma dear, I am so sleepy; will good Santy truly come
With a bang-er-bang, a ’teamer, and a ball, a kite, a drum?
I just awesul want a rainbow for whenever papa’s late,
We could wave it from the window and he would not miss the gate.
It is snowing, now I wonder if I ask Kris Kringle nice,
Would he carve a baby city from a tiny bit of ice?
Have a lot of ’tores, and turches, and a sun, and moon, and ’tars,
With the dearest, sweetest station, for my toot-er-tooting cars?