Ah Me, But Where Are

Christmas Hath A Beauty ... Lovelier Than The World Can Show.

Come To Me In The Silence Of The Night, Come To Me In The Speaking Silence Of A Dream. Come With Soft Rounded Cheeks And Eyes As Bright As Sunlight On A Stream. Come Back In Tears, O Memory, Hope, Love Of Finished Years.

She Gave Up Beauty In Her Tender Youth, Gave All Her Hope And Joy And Pleasant Ways; She Covered Up Her Eyes Lest They Should Gaze On Vanity, And Chose The Bitter Truth.

Does The Road Wind Up-hill All The Way? Yes, To The Very End.

Born In A Stable, Cradled In A Manger, In The World His Hands Have Made, Born A Stranger.