Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1873-12-27
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Noislessly his looms are weaving,
Snowy warp and crystal wool
Silently the winds are leaving
Drsperies or spire and roof.
Laughing eyes that have been watching
For the snow, 20 long, in vain,
Sleep, while Elfsh Frost is etching
Pictures on Che window pane.
Three bright little sleepers-dreaming-
Dreaming of the Christmas show;
Three bright little stockings cleaning
Near the chimney in row.
See, . lady-scftly gliding
By each fair young sleeper pause,
Lest they wake, and find her hiding
Treasures brought by Santa Claus"
As she bends above the fairest,
wond'ring eyes are opened wide;
Comes q whisper-"Ms, ma, dearest,
I've had such a lovely ride"
"You were dresming"-yes know.it,
Such pity, too because
IL was splendid fun to Ego it's
In a sleigh with Santa Claus.
Twas skating down the river,
Far away from all the rest.
Near the rocks-where ice-spears culver
Up above its frozen breast,
When peal of bells came ringing,
Silver bells in perfect time,
Like a band of spirits singing.
Softthey pealed Christmas chime;
Every moment louder, clearer,
Till saw fairy sleigh
Gliding towards me-nesrer, nearer
Down the rivers frozen way.
AS IL passed NEON sksted
Sviftly-in its track-because
The elf behind that gay team seated
wasour dear old Santa Claus.
How he laughed to see me follow.
When kissed my hand he cried;
ave fly faster than the swallow;
Little one, come take aride-
Leave your skates upon the river.
There, jump in, but what you see
Must be secret kept forever;
Secret between you and me-"
Onward, onward We were sweeping
To an elfn land of rime
Where the winter fays were keeping
Their enchanted Christmas time.
On the snow-fakes they were riding,
Little, dainty, xhite-winged fays;
Down the slender ice-spears sliding,
On our path in acorn sleighs.
From the frosted tree tops swinging
Countless throngs--with one accord
They were softly, sweetly singing,
Halielujahl Praise the Lord!
Far away from woed and river
Sped we, over fields of snow,
While beside us--onward ever,
Did that throng of fairies 60.
Beautiful, mid winter fairies,
With their crystal crowns and wings
Dancing DER the frozen prairies,
Swinging in their moonbeam swings.
Down the boreal streamers sliding,
Green and blue, and violet fays,
In soft airy circles gliding,
Clothed with splendor by the rays.
And,-beneath that boreaiis,
With its frozen domes and spires,
Stood Old Santa's mystic palace,
Lighted by the northern fires
Countless Christmas trees were sprinzing
From its wide, thick icy floors,
And the toys upon them swinging
Would have filled ten thousand stores.
Oh! such lovely Christmas treasures
Dolls, books, kites. such splendid things;
Sugsr-plums in blshel measures;
Candy-fruits, and hearts, and rings
"You have robbed the world, Kriss Kringle,"
All amazed-at last l said
How his merry eyes did twinkle,
As he drolly shook his heal
Bless the children,-little dearies
Toiling in their caves of rime,
The beautiful mid winter FAIRIES
Make these toys fer Christmas time"
Then heard the bright fays singing,
peace, good will as Santa spoke;
Christmas chimes came softly ringing,
You looked at me-and woke.
Darling, thank our dear Redeemer -
And the lady sadly smiled
"That you sleep happy dreamer,
That you wake happy child!
For poor children, sad and lonely,
Santa has no toys to give.
They care not for Christmas-only
Craving food-enough to live.
Listen, love-as / was coming
Homeward down the crowded street,
A poor little outcast, roaming
Through the snow with naked feet,
Overlook me, and unfolding
A pictorial said, came
To ask you, nam "A print upholiing-
Please to tell me what's his namep
why, that's Santa Claus never
Heard of him. He comes I said,
with Christmas toys ooh, does he ever
Bring the hungry children bread?'
Yes he might! paused in wonder,
For the child had turned, and fed
Down the street, and vanished under
Meath q lowly cottage shed.
Quick / followed-softly stealing
Near q broken pane, and there
To that torn, soiled picture kneeling,
Placed before her on q chair
Was the little outcast-praying-
Light from her sad longing eyes
Out beyoEd that dark roof straying-
To her Santa in the skies.
And q sweet voice-fun of sorrow
Rose beyond that wretched shed,
please, come, Santa Claus, to morrow,
] Bring me and mama some bread
Maybe he can hear her. Can't he?
Won't he go there, when he comes?
She is stsrved-to beg from Santa
Bread instead of sugar plums.'
"Sleep again, sweet little dreamer,
There Is one to plead his cause,
A human Coda kind Redeemer,
More humane than Santa Claus"
Washington, ID. e., December "a, 1873.
A SUCCESSFUL ELoPxMYSf-The Father o.
,citted.-A young couple entered the cars
Omaha and were assigned to the section desil
mated on their tickets. The bride flor so Il
Young lady was at once classified BY the 9th,
pasengers) was progressing, complaisant, al
evidently devoted to her liege lord. The groo
young, tolerably handsome, and very proud
the trusting young woman nesting by his sid
and 30 they passed the very delightful hours tn
lntervened before reaching Grand Island. b
here their dream Of happiness was dist urbe
middle-aged man hustled into the car and
he confronted the young couple there was
look OF astonshment on the part of the youI
nd nf faxr