Delaware State journal and statesman. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1855-1870, 1867-01-01

STATE JOURNAL AND STATESMAN,
DECEMBER 25th, 1866
The gladdest, merrlest Of all times
is it, when peal tie Christmas Gaines,
When over cottage, and over all,
| The frolicsome dancing snow-hakes fall
Alike on the high and low
Setting our hearts aRlow
Whils the swinging bells,
| In music tell
| The story old
The angels told
OF peace on earth, to men good will
| And the peace abideth, is with US still,
Since the angels sang it in uBhering In
| The Holy Child to this world of sin.
Since the stars were glad, and rejoicing
smiled
Adown on the advent of Jesus the child
Aud one star, one ray
Led, trembling, the way
To the stable, the manger, the placs where
He lay.
| We watch our flocks by night!
That night, or dark or bright.
Our hopes, our aims, our loves our duties
each,
Are scattered all around us, far as thought
can reach.
| Unnotic, " the world is sleeping,
While we, as oft as not, are weeping.
| We " lul tuC Slhlb, anu WAN lOl llbIht
| Till lol the heavens grow strangely bright
Millions of stars come out,
Strange voices shout,
| Our hearts leap up to meet them "a they sing,
And thank them for the tidings glad they
bring.
And then one single star, more pure more
| fair
Than any of them all, that arch tL4 air,
Darts light into our hearts, and shows us
where He is,
And from that hllssful moment, we are Hisl
And the the Angels olden golden song
Fills VI the happy pause, and all along
| The eastern sky, glad morning breaks,
While our whole nature full thanksgiving
| makes
For He, the Pure, the Undefiled
The Prince of Peace, the Holy Child,
Born in our hear s. gatheru9 the strain,
Nor let its echoes ever cease. Again
And yet again, forev rmore
The echo lasting till we reach the shore.
The other shore, across the waters dark,
The "hither shoren where we shall moor
our barque
Oh, angel song of "Peace, good will to men. "
Forever on adown all time,
In every age a. ID nation, every cline,
Until the day, the hour shall con e, the when
| AL men shall brothers be, and none
Be less than that, J OF one, not even one.
The stamp of God: To all that wear
That likeness; rank, nor race, nor shade
Can make man less than man, God made.
We've felt and suffered much in these late
years.
We've known weight of doubt, rush OF
fears,
We've kr own of broken hearts, and severed
ties,
, OF bitter, bitter means and streaming ewes,
| nd ll~n r.,1 ,f, ,ut1
OF jail, and lash, and hunger, cruel gives.
And PRISON tales that make us ST. adder yet
And injtry and wrolg we hardly can forget.
The scorn aud daring of traitor band
The Jud.s multitude that sold tfeir land.
TbP desolation that their daring sin swirl
made,
Oceans of blood, through which they sought
to wade,
] Broken and bruised hearts, on which they
loved to tread,
And he Aped up human bones, whereon they
made their bed,
I And ther, my Country, that last lite they
: stole,
a That great good heart, that noble honest
SOUL
All through those years, for us that tender
heart i
Beat heaviest throbs Nor ever stood aparl
From those he suffered for; And soul, and
=. brain,
I And body each, wss wearing out, in pain
;; For us, and with usl This, until
Il From out the Southern sky there can't
Ie His DEATH Ahl never will
Our hearts forget to reverence that name
The name Of LINCOLN, brave and tried,
Z And tried and tue,
The wo i'd re'er knew
, A nobler map than this, who was our pride
Thus, ti,us he fell,
And such knell.
No other cline or time e'eg knew,
u AS our hearts beat
In slow lepeat,
! For him, the patriot true.
10
Far down the lapse of time, past days an
nights and years,
Through gloom of doubt, and chill Of fear
"a and mist of tears,
a. Pest light of smiles, and warmth of love
rs and cheer of hope,
nd Almost beyond the eye Of soul-its vision
,te scope Be-
10 There CLEANS again the rush of snowy wing
,o' oA Again there swells and echoes, loudly ring
'sy The song Of peace on earth, goodwill
lnen,h
"The end Of life, and life's beginning then.
When shall have triumphed Liberty an
Right,
,sa And all the world be flooded with truth
HBnt'
BY Oh sweetly, swestly chime the chriStm
' bells,
And harkl we catch the story each one tell
I'VE sound
Around,
n Above -..
SH The love, .l
Of Him who came,
49,. And with his name +f .
'NN And gracious coming blessed the dsyW
IL. oh bellsl before ye die away
III Speak ohce againi that, deep
M. In mem'ry we may keep
IL. Your holy spell, . .
N, And ever tell -
m. To other souls, this tale Of balm,
Nd. This tale of rest, this tale of calm.
"MY Boy DRuNKp'-"Dr l--my b
drunkr' and tears started from the mothe
,ss, ,oss eyes, and she bent her head in unuttera
rely sorrow. In that moment the visions OF
useful and honorable career were destroy'
and one Of worthlessness, If not absoll
dishonor, presented itself Well did {
know that intemperance walks hand in ha
with poverty, shame and death; and
mothers heart was pierced us with sht
pointed steel. All young mani If the h
feeling of love for her who bore you is
dead within you, shun that which gives
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