By the splendor in the Heavens, and the hush upon the sea, And the majesty of silence reigning over Galilee,— We feel Thy kingly presence, and we humbly bow the knee And lift our hearts and voices in gratefulness to Thee.
Then the vision, slowly failing, with the words of the refrain, Fell swooning in the moonlight through the frosty windowpane; And I heard the clock proclaiming, like an eager sentinel Who brings the world good tidings,—"It is Christmas—all is well!"
From "Afterwhiles." Copyright, 1898. By special permission of the publishers, The Bobbs-Merrill Company.
Hiram Foster's Thanksgiving Turkey
BY S. E. KISER.
[Of the many poems written when President McKinley was assassinated, none surpassed in sympathy and original conception the verses printed below.]