"ONLY A BIT OF CHILDHOOD THROWN AWAY." WHAT did the baby go for? On the baby, shrouded white. Out on the dusky meadow, But never an answer came. What did the baby go for? Will there ever come a morning We shall know, beyond all doubting, Ay, give thanks, though we lay The fairest of all away. .Thank Him for those that leave us, Thank Him for those that stay. MAUD MOORE Ring out, ye crystal spheres, Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time, And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony, Make up full consort to angelic symphony. MILTON. IN the rush of the merry morning, For the glory of the day; Then we hear a fitful rushing Are they Christmas fairies stealing With their message of good-will? Rosy feet upon the threshold, Well we know them, never weary Greet us with the sweet old welcome, - FAIRY FACES. OUT of the mists of childhood, Steeped in a golden glory, Come dreamy forms and faces, Snatches of song and story; Whispers of sweet, still faces; Rays of ethereal glimmer, That gleam like sunny heavens, Ne'er to grow colder or dimmer: Now far in the distance, now shining near, Lighting the snows of the shivering year. Faces there are that tremble, Nor care nor time had blighted. Aglow in the Christmas halo, Shining with heavenly lustre, These are the fairy faces That round the hearthstone cluster. These the deep, tender records, Sacred in all their meetness, That, wakening purest fancies, As, gathered where flickering fagots burn, A CHRISTMAS SONG. THE oak is a strong and stalwart tree, And the world is brighter and better made Descending in sun, or falling in shade, On the sturdy form of the oak. But stronger, I ween, in apparel green, With its precious freight for small and great, |