Of ancient friendship, from our boyish days,
And love as that of brotherhood, I’ve come
To join the circle by Sir Arthur’s fire,
Partake his hospitality, and share
The social converse round this happy hearth.
Oh Christmas, what a host of sacred thoughts
Come thronging at thy name! The mind is filled
With holy visions of our human loves
Exalted and refined. The charities
Of daily life, of kindred and of home,