A STORY OF CHRISTMASTIDE. FAST fades the year, and Christmas time Has travelled round again; The naked trees are shivering Upon the barren plain. But we will leave the Christmas sports, And all the Christmas fare, To watch a lady in a court Of London town so fair. Take care, take care, the place is dark, But up she goes; she's at the door, One cannot tell what people dwell But here she stops, she fears to knock, For she has heard the folks will starve If left another day. She stands and listens for awhile- The door is just ajar— And dimly now she can observe A boy and woman there. The woman's voice is sweet and low, Her face is very pale, But there's a calm upon her brow What have they in that dismal place? The woman's light is burning low, And still keeps talking to her boy, "I do not yet despair, my child, And God has not forgot His way "We have no food nor work to do, "I've proved Him oft through years gone by That He will not forsake Will not forsake me utterly, Though sore my heart may ache. "He feeds the ravens when they call, "I say it, James, with sense of sin, "I do not claim as our desert "Your father, on the day he died, To God's almighty care. "He knew the world was rough and wild, And all its ways uneven ; He knew we should have weary feet Before we got to heaven. "His prayer was heard, and heeded, too, And registered on high; I've always felt that he was heard, "What but the grace of God has kept "Oh! Jemmy, lad, it was the Lord "Oh! many a time and many, child, "But you are my sweet comfort, James, My good, my honest son, And we will trust our Father still, "I once had hoped on Christmas Day But now I fear the little ones Will cry for bread to eat. "The Lord can send it if He will; He knows we've tried in vain for work, ""Twas on this evening, Jemmy dear, A lowly manger was His bed, "And now He'll not forget the poor He died to save us from our sins, "'Tis hard, I know, 'tis very hard But 'tis in worst extremity The Saviour draweth nigh: We'll tell Him once again, my child, She knelt beside the flickering light, And lifted up her voice to God, And angels bowed their heads to hear. To see those lonely pleaders there Speaking to Him who guides the stars, Pleading with Him as children plead Who know their parents' heart. But in a language clear and full, |