. At early candle light and other poems. s wrath the oak defies! He stands serene, elect, apart, And he drinks, from a dewy knoll,48 O CHRISTHAS TREE 49 The sap that sings in his shaggy heartAnd strengthens his stout old soul. Tho he boasts of the proudest pedigree,He doffs his crown to the Christmas Tree. The Pine is the king of the lands of snow, Sole lord of the leagues of hillsWhere the stars in shining clusters grow. And the moon its splendor spillsOn the edge of the earths gray parapet, Where he taketh the dawns red torchTo rekindle the east. This warder, set By the pillars of Gods white
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. At early candle light and other poems. s wrath the oak defies! He stands serene, elect, apart, And he drinks, from a dewy knoll, 48 O CHRISTHAS TREE 49 The sap that sings in his shaggy heartAnd strengthens his stout old soul. Tho he boasts of the proudest pedigree, He doffs his crown to the Christmas Tree. The Pine is the king of the lands of snow, Sole lord of the leagues of hillsWhere the stars in shining clusters grow. And the moon its splendor spillsOn the edge of the earths gray parapet, Where he taketh the dawns red torchTo rekindle the east. This warder, set By the pillars of Gods white porch, Thro the gates ajar can often see.In the Fathers house, the Christmas Tree. As the kings of old, on their bended knees, Bowed down to the Babe divine.To-day behold these high-born trees— The Palm, the Oak, and the Pine—Come over the hills to Bethlehem, With their gifts of spicery, Lo, while the star that guideth them Its refulgence throws on thee. The Christmas bells fling, wild and free, Thy Peace on earth, O Christmas Tree! 4. EASTER MORNING THE dawn of Easter morning! O the sad, sweet day, When thro the laughing lilies lovingMary went her wayTo the place where He was buried, toweep beside His tomb, Where the cedar and the willow tree werewaving in the gloom, And the myrtle and the almond tree were budding into bloom.Upon her wistful forehead all the waking wonder shoneWhen she saw the gracious angel sitting on the guardedstone, When she heard him softly say, I/O, your Master is not dead; He is risen, as He said, In the dawn of Easter morning. O the sad, sweet day! O the dawn of Easter morning! O the sad, sweet day !When Jesus conquered Death alone, and ended all his sway, lyist! how Magdalene is calling all the weary world to her, 50 CASTER HORN I NO 51 Where she holds the bruised cassia, the balsam and the myrrh, And stands with gaze enraptured by the open sepulcher.See the snowy linen folded, which he nevermore will need, Hear the happy woman telling that The lyord is ri