Poetry.

Waikato Times, Volume XXXI, Issue 2567, 22 December 1888, Page 1 (Supplement)

Poetry.

CHRISTMAS. When Noel comas, uronnd the land Love throws anew her sacred band ; With kindly heart and eager hand, Old friends aro ineuting. Puace and goodwill the angels cried On iino most holy Christmastide ; Today we echo far and wide The same sweet greeting. THE INCARNATION. As when across a darken'd room A golden sunbeam Htrayx, Myriads of tiny motes are seen, Disporting in its rays ; Such, in the dread Eternal's sight, This universe appears. With all its million, million worlds In their revolving spheres ! Ab, then, what thanks Incarnato Lord, Do I not owe to Thee, Who, being in Thyself so high, Wast made so low for ino ! —Caswall. CHRISTMAS OUTCASTS. Cbriat died for all, and on the hearts of all Who gladly decorate their cheerful homes At Christmas tide, this blessed truth should fall, That they may mix some honey with the gall Of those to whom a Christmas never com us.

The poor are everywhere in Nature's course, Yet they may still control somesweetenod crumbs, No matter what they lack in hearts or purse: But there are those whose better fate ia wuree, To whom no day of Christmas ever cornea.

The man who wildly throws away his chance, An outcast from all cheerful hearts and

homes, Who may not mingle where the happy dance, Nor gain from loving eyes one kindly glance, la he to whom no Christmas ever comes.

The man condemned in hidden ways to grope, At sight of whom each kindly voico is dumb, Or he whose life is shortened in its scope, Who waits for nothing but the hangman's rope, Is he to whom a Christmas cannot come.

Christ died for all; he came to find the Inst, Whether they hide in palaces or slums, — No matter how their lines of life are crossed, And tliey who love him best will serve him most By helping those to whom no Christmas cornea.

DEAR SANTA CLAUS. One little stocking, empty at night, Two little eyes, beaming with light; Two little hands, eager to clutch Dear Santa Claus, and hug him —so much. Dear Santa Clans, that every year bring 3 Cakes, dolls, and barrows, with ozzer things. One little yawn, two little sighs, One little snote, two sealed eyes ; Ten little lingers, ten little toes, Tingling as Harry fast asleep goes— To dream of big trumpets and ozzer things Which evory year dear Santa Claus brings.

Nine o'clock strikes, this rrami is all dark, Harry ia dreaming <>f Noah's huge ark ; Ten is long past, waits are about, Harry has turned the ark inside out— The pig*, dogs, horses and chairs wisout springs, That every year dear Santa Claus brines. Until at length drear midnight has came, Wlion Harry* ia sleeping as sound as a drum, The stockings are handled and filled to their jaws, Yet no child is wakened by dear Santa Clans. Sly Santa Claus that every year brings Horaea and carts and ozzor such things. One great, big snn peeps from the Bast, Big fires are blazing to make a great feast ; Harry is kicking the clothes off his side, A cure sign no longer in bed he will bide. He thinks of dear Santa, that every year brings Bats, balls and croquet sets, with ozzer things. There's one little hound, one joyful cry— Harry is holding his stocking up high ; There's a horse and a cart, and a tup and a ball, And a cat with nine kittens glued tight to a wall. A tombstone, a joweharp, a fiddle with strings, A monkey, a queen, and a couple of kings Harry is dood, and happy, and gay, And plays with his toys all through Christmas day ; Bat he thinks ns night comes, how nice it would be If onlj just once he dear Santa could see— Dear Santa Claus, that ne'er fails toremomber The good boys and girls in the month of December. J. P.P.