Singing Noel on a Winter’s night.
Give us to sup by the warm firelight,
And the small child Jesus smile on you.
AFTER A RETREAT
By Robert Hugh Benson
What hast thou learnt to-day?
Hast thou sounded awful mysteries,
Hast pierced the veiléd skies,
Climbed to the feet of God,
Trodden where saints have trod,