Forgets that his life is but a span.
“The sun in winter is Christmastide,
Which scatters its blessings far and wide,
And sheds, through faith, o’er time’s dark sea,
The morning rays of eternity.”
“That Christmas is a holiday of light and victory,” begins Cassel, in his account of the day,[1] “every one who has lived within its influence knows full well. This victory is more sure than the return of spring, to which we look forward in December with such cheerful hope. The Spirit of Truth dwells upon loftier heights than does the creature, and its brightness chases away the shadows of many a gloomy hour, darker than the longest night of midwinter.”
[1] Weihnachten: Ursprunge, Brauche und Aberglauben.—Cassel, Leipzig.
