SOME CHRISTMAS QUOTATIONS.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 17223, 14 December 1923, Page 9 (Supplement)

SOME CHRISTMAS QUOTATIONS.

i Although green bouglis may thickly J grace Low roof or palace dome, Kind hearts alone will truly serve To deck a Christmas home. England was merry England, when Old Christmas brought his sports again, i ’Twas Christmas broached, the mightiest ale ; ’Twas Christmas told the merriest tale; i A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man’s heart through half the j —Scott. Memories arc sweet and tender at C'hristmastide; faces are radiant, hearts, warm, consciences quick under | the spell of the visible star, over the i lighted tree and the joyful carols, but ; I sweeter far is the mighty thought- that j j God has been born into the world, and j { that henceforth amid all changes of | creed and form, ebb and flow of civiji isation of generations. His spirit leads } the life of man.—Guerin. I Like circles widening round j Upon a clear, blue river, j Orb after orb the wondrous sound { Is echoed on for ever; i Glory to God on high, on earth be peace. . ✓ And love towards men of love—salvation and release. —Kcble. Numerous indeed dare the hearts to which Christmas brings, a brief season of happiness and enjoymeut. How many families whose members have been dispersed far and wide in the restless struggles of life and then re-united I and meet once again in that happy state of companionship and mutual goodwill, which is a source of such pure and unaJloyed delight ! How many old recollections, and how many dormant sympathies does Christmas-time awaken ! Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions I of our childish days: that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the sailor and the traveller, thousands of miles away, back to his own fireside and his quiet home. —Charles Dickens. A Merry Christinas; May your cares In golden floods of joy be drowned! Forget awhile your worldly wares, And send the brimming love-cups round: The feast is set —come, young and old, And laugh awhile at changeless fate. Secure within the Christmas fold. Where watchful Love maintains the gate. I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, goodwill to men. —Longfellow. Let not the hearts, whose sorrow cannot call j This Christmas merry, slight the festival ; Let us he merry that may merry bo. But let us not forget that many mourn ; The smiling baby came to give us glee. ! But for the weepers was the Saviour born. —Coleridge.