But the wondrous part is this:—
Santa’s face appears
Just like one she loves to kiss,
Wreathed in smiles and tears.
Brightest visions come to bless
Baby’s waking eyes,
And her very looks confess
All her glad surprise.
LOVELY MAY.
A RONDEAU.
O lovely May, throw thy soft spell
On mountain proud and smiling dell,
The world is kneeling at thy shrine—
Fond captive of thy moods divine,—
And nations rise thy charms to tell.
Where could we meet thy parallel?
Who would thy witching arts repel?
Who dares thy choicest gifts define,
O lovely May?
And Nature?—Ah, she loves thee well,
For Hope and Youth beside thee dwell.
Thy sister months with thee combine
As lesser streamlets swell the Rhine.
’Twere sin against thee to rebel,
O lovely May.
THE CHIMES.
Hark to the voice of the joyful chimes
Echoing on to fairer climes,
Echoing on from hill to hill;
“Peace on earth, good will, good will!”