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CHRISTMAS and NEW-YEAR VERSES

J. S. Ogilvie

CHRISTMAS and NEW-YEAR - VERSES

Joy and plenty in the cottage,

Peace and feasting in the hall;

And the voices of the children

Ring out clear above it all:

A merry Christmas!

As Christmas offerings meet your eyes,

Still closer be sweet friendship’s ties.

Ring out, ye bells, o’er all the earth,

To tell with brazen voice,

The tidings of the Saviour’s birth

And bid mankind rejoice.

True love shall live thro’ sorrow’s wintry storm,

And bloom afresh on this glad Christmas morn.

Oh joyous be your Christmas-tide,

And bright your New Year, too;

To you may love ne’er be denied;

May all your friends be true.

Our Saviour Christ was born

That we might have the Rose without the thorn.

All through His desert life

He felt the thorns of human sin and strife.

His blessed feet were bare

To every hurting brier. He did not spare

One bleeding footstep on the way

He came to trace for us, until the day

The cruel crown was pressed upon the Brow

That smiles upon us from His glory now.

And so He won for us

Sweet, thornless, everlasting flowers thus.

He bids our desert way

Rejoice and blossom as the Rose to-day.

There is no hidden thorn

In His good gifts of grace. He would adorn

The lives that now are His alone,

With brightness and beauty all his own.

Then praise the Lord who came on Christmas day

To give the Rose and take the thorns away.

Again the festive season’s here,

With all that can delight and cheer;

Oh! may you nothing lack each day,

But find fresh blessings strew your way.

Ring in, ring in the revelries,

And let the feast be one

Where not a single guest there is

But Innocence and Fun!

Let Christmas warmth keep winter out,

And joy unbroken reign—

From floor to roof-tree send the shout

Till Christmas comes again!

A little bird comes singing,

Singing a song to you;

He sings of sun-tipped flowers,

Bathed in a diamond dew.

“The days are coming,” he warbles,

“When the frost has flown away,

When the earth will be sweet with flowers

And the breath of new-mown hay.”

Oh bird so softly singing

Your song of pleasant days,

Go sing to her I fondly love,

Through the wintry cold and bare.

When the heart is light, the days are bright,

And the sun seems ever near;

So sing her your lay this Christmas Day,

And through all the bright New Year.

Oh! may thy Christmas happy be,

And naught but joy appear,

Is now the wish I send to thee,

And all I love most dear.

Now Christmas comes with hearty cheer

May kindly thoughts go round,

And bring to you a glad New Year,

With peace and plenty crowned.

Christmas is coming, and what will it bring?

Many a pleasant and gladdening thing!

Meetings and greetings, and innocent mirth:

All that is brightest and best on the earth.

Christmas comes, let every heart

In Christmas customs bear its part:

The “old” be “young,” the sad be gay,

And smiles chase every care away.

Sure, Christmas is a happy time

In spite of wintry weather,

For laugh, and song, and jest go round

When dear friends meet together:

And hearts are warm, and eyes beam bright.

In the ruddy glow of Christmas night!

For friends we strive to pierce

The future, dense and dark,

But not a ray of light

We see, nor faintest spark;

But yet while we have faith to cheer,

We trusting wish “A bright New Year.”

Hark, the pearly air is trembling,

Liquid music floats along;

Angels, in sweet joy assembling,

Thrill the skies with heavenly song.

“Peace on Earth,” is their refrain,

Oh, be it yours this peace to gain.

May piety with wishes placed above,

And steady loyalty and faithful love,

Be thy blessings this Christmas-tide.

O life is but a river

And in our childhood we,

But a fair and running streamlet

Adorned with flowers, see.

But as we grow more earnest,

The river grows more deep,

And where we laughed in childhood,

We, older, pause to weep.

Each Christmas as it passes,

Some change to us doth bring,

Yet to our friends the closer,

As time creeps on, we cling.

May health and joy, and peace be thine

Upon this Christmas day,

And happy faces round thee shine

As plenteous as the flowers in May.

This is the most humorous book ever issued from the Press. The One Hundredth Thousand has just been issued, and the demand for it is still increasing. One editor says of it: “It made us laugh till our sides ached and the tears came.” Another says: “It will drive the blues out of a bag of indigo. It is worth a dollar, but costs only ten cents.” One reader says of it: “I received the Bad Boy’s Diary you sent me, and as most of my family are killed by laughing over it, you may send another copy, so I can dispose of the rest of them in the same happy manner.”

It contains 48 pages and is handsomely illustrated. Sent by mail on receipt of Ten Cents.

DIARY OF A MINISTER’S WIFE.

“It excels Mark Twain for genuine humor.”

This is one of the most humourous books of the present day, showing in a manner pleasing to all readers the trials, tribulations, expectations, and actual experiences of a “minister’s wife” in a country parish. The characters represented are true to life, and will doubtless bring to the mind of the reader remembrances of events and individuals within their own knowledge. It contains 64 pages, with handsome engraved cover. Price Ten Cents.

“A BUSHEL OF FUN,”

gathered from the writings of authors of “A Bad Boy’s Diary.” Josh Billings, Mark Twain, Detroit Free Press Man, Burlington Hawkeye Man, Max Adeler, and other funny men and women.

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J. S. OGILVIE & CO., Publishers,

25 Rose Street, New York.

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