The Book of Christmas

by Various

And with strange fancies, or another's thought,

Try to divine, before the curtain rise,

The wondrous scene. Yet soon shall fly the gloom,

And we shall see what patient ages sought,

The Father's long-planned gift of Paradise.

Charles Henry Crandall in Wayside Music

Published by G. P. Putnam's Sons

Christmas Dreams

TO-MORROW is Merry Christmas; and when its night descends there will be mirth and music, and the light sounds of the merry-twinkling feet within these now so melancholy walls—and sleep now reigning over all the house save this one room, will be banished far over the sea—and morning will be reluctant to allow her light to break up the innocent orgies.