Yet for all the gems that strew Thee, A CHILD'S PRAYER (EX ORE INFANTIUM) H. H. Bashford Little Jesus, wast Thou shy Hadst Thou ever any toys, And didst Thou play in Heaven with all Didst Thou kneel at night to pray, The prayer not said unless we do. And did Thy Mother at the night Thou canst not have forgotten all And Thou know'st I cannot pray And hear a child's tongue like Thy own; And He will smile, that children's tongue Francis Thompson CHRISTMAS BELLS I heard the bells on Christmas Day Of And wild and sweet The words repeat peace on earth, good-will to men! And thought how, as the day had come, Had rolled along The unbroken song Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Till, ringing, singing on its way, The world revolved from night to day, A chant sublime Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Then from each black, accursed mouth The carols drowned Of peace on earth, good-will to men! It was as if an earthquake rent The households born Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And in despair I bowed my head; And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!" Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: The Wrong shall fail, The Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men!" Henry Wadsworth Longfellow JEST 'FORE CHRISTMAS Father calls me William, sister calls me Will, Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill! Mighty glad I ain't a girl-ruther be a boy, Without them sashes, curls, an' things that's worn by Fauntleroy! Love to chawnk green apples an' go swimmin' in the lakeHate to take the castor-ile they give for belly-ache! 'Most all the time, the whole year round, there ain't no flies on me, But jest 'fore Christmas I'm as good as I kin be! Got a yeller dog named Sport, sick him on the cat; ८ Gran'ma says she hopes that when I git to be a man, But gran'ma she has never been to see a Wild West show, Nor read the Life of Daniel Boone, or else I guess she'd know That Buff'lo Bill and cow-boys is good enough for me! And then old Sport he hangs around, so solemn-like an' still, His eyes they keep a-sayin': "What's the matter, little Bill?" The old cat sneaks down off her perch an' wonders what's become Of them two enemies of hern that used to make things. hum! But I am so perlite an' 'tend so earnestly to biz, That mother says to father: "How improved our Willie is!" For Christmas, with its lots an' lots of candies, cakes, an' toys, Was made, they say, for proper kids an' not for naughty boys; So wash yer face an' bresh yer hair, an' mind yer p's an' q's, An' don't bust out yer pantaloons, an' don't wear out yer shoes; Say "Yessum" to the ladies, an' "Yessur" to the men, An' when they's company, don't pass yer plate for pie again; But, thinkin' of the things yer'd like to see upon that tree, Jest 'fore Christmas be as good as yer kin be! Eugene Field THE CHRISTMAS TREE IN THE NURSERY With wild surprise Four great eyes In two small heads From neighboring beds Looked out-and winked- Flashes and glimmers And shakes and shimmers. Red, green, and blue Meet their view; Silver and gold Sharp eyes behold; Small moons, big stars; And jams in jars, And cakes, and honey, And thimbles, and money, |