A HOPE CAROL. A NIGHT was near, a day was near ; Between a day and night I heard sweet voices calling clear, Calling me: I heard a whirr of wing on wing, I long to see my birds that sing,— Below the stars, beyond the moon, I heard a rising falling tune Calling me : I long to see the pipes and strings I long to see each face that sings, I long to see. To-day or may be not to-day, Shall kindle in my soul such fire, That I shall see that heart's desire I long to see. CHRISTMAS CAROLS. I. WHOSO hears a chiming for Christmas at the nighest, Hears a sound like Angels chanting in their glee, Hears a sound like palm-boughs waving in the highest, Hears a sound like ripple of a crystal sea. Sweeter than a prayer-bell for a saint in dying, Music struck in Heaven with earth's faint replying, 2. A holy, heavenly chime Our Lord God ever-Blest Is laid a Babe at rest. Thrilled through with awestruck love, Meek Angels poised above, To see their God look down. 66 How comes He soft and weak With such a tender cheek, With such a soft, small hand? Heaven when its girth was plann'd. "How comes He with a voice Which is but baby-noise? That Voice which spake with might: 'Let there be light!' and light Sprang out before our sight. "What need hath He of flesh Made flawless now afresh? What need of human heart? Heart that must bleed and smart, Choosing the better part. "But see: His gracious smile Dismisses us a while To serve Him in His kin. Haste we, make haste, begin Like stars they flash and shoot, For Christ is born a King." |