At f'firlstmas-Tlde. At Christmas-'ids the fields are bare, A shiver ol lrost is in the air; The wind liiows keen across the wold. Gone is th>- aotumn's glimmer ol gold. But, lo! a red roe opens wide In the glowing light oi the inglo-side— A rose whose f nigra nee, sweet end lar, Is shed at the beaming ol Bethlehem's star; And once again the angels sing That love ie heaven, and Christ is king. At Christmas-tide the children go With dancing footsteps over the snow; At Christmas-tide tbo world is bright With the sudden splendor that thrilled the Ulg.lt, And made the dawn a shining way, When first earth wakened to Christmas-day. Ah! hide year I acre, churls and rude, For nono havo a heart to share your mood. At Christmas-tido tbo open hand Scatters its twunty o'er sea and land. And none are leit to grieve alone, For love is heaven, and claims its owu. At Christmas-tide are chiming bells; Oh! silvery clear their cadence swells They smite the cold ol arctic plains; They ripple through tailing of tropic rains; In palace* men pause to hear The wonderiul message ol peace and cheer; In lowly huts the pen-ants pray With blessing to (io