MORNING GLORIES.
A roguish laugh, a rustling vine,
I turn my eager eye;
Big drops of dew in bells of blue
And red convolvuli.
But nothing more; I hold my breath
And strain my eager eye;
A yellow crown, two eyes of brown,
And pink convolvuli!
The golden curls, the elfish laugh,
Rose cheeks and glittering eye
Are glories, too, like bells of blue
And red convolvuli.
CHRISTMASTIDE
Evergreen and tinsel'd toys,
Drums and dolls, and bursting joys—
Blessed little girls and boys!
Holly, bells, and mistletoe,
Tinkling sledges, here we go—
Youth and maiden o'er the snow.
Chilling winds and leaden days,
Vesper songs and hymns of praise
Silver hair and dying blaze!
Christmas morn and yuletide eve,
Dear Lord, help us to believe—
Naught but blessings we receive.