Little we can confess, Who love and follow us. We hear, Knowing that God is always nigh, Except his Sons, who cannot bring Wise men with gifts are hurrying, In haste to seek the meaning of the Star, In search of worship which is new and far. We are but humble, so we keep On through the night, contented with our sheep, And with the stars. Between us and the east, No wall, no tree, no cloud, lifts bar. We know the sunrise. Not one least Of all its tokens can escape Our eyes that watch. But all days are As nights, and nights as days, In our still ways. Childhood shall be forever on the earth; And no man who has hurt or lightly priced So much as one sweet hair On one sweet infant's head, But shall be cursed! Henceforth all things fulfil Protection to each sacred birth. Refuse a shelter. Beasts shall tread More lightly; and distress And poverty and loneliness, Yea, and all darkness, shall devise To shield each place wherein an infant lies. And wisdom shall come seeking it with gift, And worship it with myrrh and frankincense; And kings shall tremble if it lift Its hand against a throne. But mighty in its own V. O Christmas stars! your pregnant silentness, Mute syllabled in rhythmic light, Fills all the night. No doubt, on all your golden shores, Full music rings A CHRISTMAS CAROL. SUNG TO THE KING, IN THE PRESENCE, AT WHITE-HALL. ROBERT HERRICK, one of the best of English song-writers, was born in London, Aug. 20, 1591, and after graduation at Cambridge, took orders and was Vicar of Dean Priors, Devon, until his death, in October, 1674, though his pastoral relations were suspended during the civil war. WHAT sweeter music can we bring, The birth of this our Heavenly King? Dark and dull night, fly hence away, Why does the chilling winter's morn Smile, like a field beset with corn? CANON FOR CHRISTMAS-DAY. A CORNISH CAROL. 269 WELCOME! that star in Judah's sky, The shepherds sought that birth divine; 1827. R. S. HAWKER. CANON FOR CHRISTMAS-DAY. Χριστὸς γεννᾶται· δοξάσατε. ST. COSMAS of Jerusalem was foster brother of St. John of Damascus. Like him he was a monk in the Convent of St. Sabas, between Jerusalem and the Dead Sea. For a time he was Bishop of Miauma, near Gaza. After a life of holiness he died, about 760, in the performance of his episcopal duties. He is called the Melodist. Loving ones, quietly rest. Blissful night, peacefully bright! Shepherds first shall see the sight While their flocks they are watching around; Angels' harpings over them sound, Loud Alleluias they ring, Jesus the Saviour is King. Peaceful night, serenely bright! Ere the rays of morning light, Beam on the Maiden the Infant's soft eyes, JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND. Translated by CHRIST is born! Tell forth his fame ! Christ on earth! Exalt his name! Sing to the Lord, O world, with exultation, Break forth in glad thanksgiving, every nation, For he hath triumphed gloriously! Man, in God's own image made, Man, by Satan's wiles betrayed, Man, on whom corruption preyed, Shut out from hope of life and of salvation For the Maker, when his foe LAURA C. REDDEN, a lyric poet of some note, was born in Maryland, about 1840. She lost her hearing at the age of twelve. Under the signature "Howard Glyndon " she has been a contributor to the periodical press for some years. In 1860 she became editorially connected with the St. Louis Presbyterian, but now devotes herself to other work. 'T was a dim, delicious night; The earth, close wrapt in ermined white, It was the night when shepherds heard |