Classic Poem

Now come the Christmas chimes to summon me
From sluggish ease and cynic thoughts of doubt
To deeds of kindly Opportunity
That on all sides of us now lie about;
To spread the Gospel of Good Will to all,
To sing the songs of Peace upon the mart,
And fill with spirit of high festival
To overflowing every human heart.

To carry hope to hopeless ones, and ease
The sufferings of grievous helplessness;
To carry joy to those whose miseries
Have plunged them in a maelstrom of distress;
To lavish Light on Darkness, drying tears;
To enter into homes of them that grieve,
And with the touch of sympathy the fears
Of brothers in affliction dread relieve.

That is the song those Christmas chimes ring forth!
That is the summons sent to those who hear,
Borne on the crispy air from out the north
Upon this morn so thrilling in its cheer.
Let him who hath of his possessions spend
Not stores of gold, but Love in fullest play—
He wins the greatest treasure in the end
Who Lives as well as Gives his Christmas Day!