Classic Poem

The Christ Day dawns — that clear, white day of days
When Love unfolds within the soul those flowers
That set the heart to singing songs of praise
For happy moments and for useful hours —
This is the day we cross the threshold where
Love, and the joy of childhood fill the air!

If I have wrung with pain no woman's heart;
Have caused no little one to shrink. If men
Doubt not my earnest will to do my part
And bear my burdens with some courage — then
Let me draw near! ...
I 've won my right to share the Christmas cheer!