It is in vain to sing or stay
Our free feet here, but we'll away;
Yet to the Lares this we'll say:
The time will come when you'll be sad,
And reckon this for fortune bad,
T' have lost the good ye might have had.
Robert Herrick.
FOOTNOTE:
[T] White bread.
INVITATION À FAIRE NOËL.
(FROM THE FRENCH OF THE TWELFTH CENTURY.)
Hail, good Masters, let us bide,
Hither come from travel wide,
This Christmas-tide.
Hearken, give us bed and cheer,
We are weary, life is dear
This day o' the year!
God send ye joy and peace on earth,
Who broach good cheer for Christé's birth.