EARLY REMINISCENCES, AWAKENED BY A CHRISTMAS VISIT. Lo! Christmas now again Dissolves the fleeting year, As mirthfully as when That word fell on my ear, In consonance with hope and joy, The mistletoe retains Its customary seat; Fresh holly decks the panes Throughout the village street; And lads, with laughter-loving eyes, Attempt to kiss the fairest prize. The shining metal pot With frumenty is stored; And apples smoking hot Come bouncing to the board, For children of the best report To plunge into their milk for sport. The fattened pigs are killed These parties to regale; And rustic hands are filled With cups of foaming ale: Mince-pies adorn the neatest tray, And welcome us with smiles to-day. We all, of high and low degree, Together join in dance and glee. The rudely sounded horn Now echoes in the dark; And heavy mastiffs warn Aggressors in their bark: The cricket, lost in pure amaze, Sits chirping to the evening blaze. And so the joyous theme, In which I played my part Through boyhood's waking dream, Still finds a gladsome heart, Where changing seasons in their roll, Leave uncorrupt the youthful soul. SONNET. INSPIRATION. WHY, in this age of reason, should it seem While calm abstraction, in the silent hour And beautifies it with appropriate hues ; Or peoples with new life a planet, hurled Thence into space before a startled world! THE FAIRY QUEEN'S INVITATION OF HER ELFIN TRIBE TO THE FESTIVITIES OF CHRISTMAS EVE. YE spirits of air! That encircle the fair, Come, come to the fanciful bower; And bring each to the scene Some invisible green, Or the soul of a sensitive flower! Come arrayed in the light Of the heaven-born night That illumined our interview last: And the pleasure shall teem In a lovelier stream Than it has on the revelries past. |