Among the leaves so green,
Here we come a-wandering
So fair to be seen.”
And as we stood, glasses lifted, we looked from the faces that had made our own first Christmases bright to the little ones, just above the cloth, and pledged the birth of this good, new way of being glad on Christmas day.
THE DREAMS DENIED
BY MARION COUTHOUY SMITH
OUR lives are molded by the things we miss.
Not by Love’s answering eyes, not by his kiss,
But by Love’s hunger do we learn Love’s bliss.