It is spoke as Christians ought to speak.
A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion,
To pray for them that have done scathe to us.
Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian or an ordinary man has.
I thank the goodness and the grace
Which on my birth have smiled,
And made me, in these Christian days
A happy Christian child.
Vide, inquiunt ut invicem se diligant.
See how these Christians love one another.
Lord, I ascribe it to Thy grace,
And not to chance, as others do,
That I was born of Christian race.
Watts—Divine Songs for Children. (Jane
Taylor's lines are popularly ascribed to
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| text = <poem>Whatever makes men good Christians, makes
them good citizens.
Daniel Webster—Speech at Plymouth. Dec.
22, 1820. Vol. I. P. 44.
A Christian is the highest style of man.
Young—Night Thoughts. Night IV. L. 788.
CHRISTMAS
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,
The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.
Thos. Haynes Bayly—The Mistletoe Bough.
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And the Baron's retainers were blithe and gay,
And keeping their Christmas holiday.
Thos. Haynes Bayly—The Mistletoe Bough.
No trumpet-blast profaned
The hour in which the Prince of Peace was
born;
No bloody streamlet stained
Earth's silver rivers on that sacred morn.
Bryant—Christmas in 1875.
Christians awake, salute the happy morn
Whereon the Saviour of the world was born.
John Byrom—Hymn for Christmas Day.
For little children everywhere
A joyous season still we make;
We bring our precious gifts to them,
Even for the dear child Jesus' sake.
Phebe Cary—Christmas.
It was the calm and silent night!
Seven hundred years and fifty-three
Had Rome been growing up to might
And now was queen of land and sea.
No sound was heard of clashing wars,
Peace brooded o'er the hushed domain;
Apollo, Pallas, Jove and Mars,
Held undisturbed their ancient reign,
In the solemn midnight,
Centuries ago.
Alfred Domett—Christmas Hymn.
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| text = How bless'd, how envied, were our life,
Could we but scape the poulterer's knife!
But man, curs'd man, on Turkeys preys,
And Christmas shortens all our days:
Sometimes with oysters we combine,
Sometimes assist the savory chine;
From the low peasant to the lord,
The Turkey smokes on every board.
Gay—Fables. Pt. I. Fable 39.
What babe new born is this that in a manger
cries?
Near on her lowly bed his happy mother lies.
Oh, see the air is shaken with white and heavenly
wings—
This is the Lord of all the earth, this is the
King of Kings.
R. W. Gilder—A Christmas Hymn. St. 4.
As I sat on a sunny bank
On Christmas day in the morning
I spied three ships come sailing in.
Washington Irving—Sketch book. The Sunny Bank. From an old Worcestershire Song.
High noon behind the tamarisks, the sun is hot
above us—
As at home the Christmas Day is breaking wan,
They will drink our healths at dinner, those who
tell us how they love us,
And forget us till another year be gone I
Kipling—Christmas in India.
Shepherds at the grange,
Where the Babe was born,
Sang with many a change,
Christmas carols until morn.
| author = Longfellow
| work = By the Fireside. A Christmas
Carol. St. 3.
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
| author = Longfellow
| work = Christmas Bells. St. 1.
Hail to the King of Bethlehem,
Who weareth in his diadem
The yellow crocus for the gem
Of his authority!
| author = Longfellow
| work = Christus. Golden Legend. Pt. III.
"What means this glory round our feet,"
The Magi mused, "more bright than morn!"
And voices chanted clear and sweet,
"To-day the Prince of Peace is born."
| author = Lowell
| work = Christmas Carol.
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| num = | text = <poem>Let's dance and sing and make good cheer,
For Christmas comes but once a year. G. Macfarren—From a Fragment. (Before 1580)
| seealso = (See also Tusser)
