Christmas at the hall

by T. J. Terrington

That loving pair hark with intense delight

To the Christmas bells’ glad sound.

Birth of the First-Born.

Beloved Eva! fain would I impart

The fervent feelings of a poet’s heart,

And in sweet-numbered melody make known

How glad I hail thee, and thy first-born son!

Thou art a mother! and thou now wilt share

All the rich pleasures of a mother’s care;