CHRISTMAS EVE.

Christmas Eve! the bells are ringing,— Ringing through the frosty air, Happiness to each one bringing, And release from toil and care.

How the merry peal is swelling From the grey old crumbling tower! To the simplest creature telling Of Almighty love and power.

Ankle deep the snow is lying, Every spray is clothed in white; Yet abroad the folk are hieing, Brisk and busy, gay and light.

Now fresh helps and aids are offered To the agèd and the poor, And rare love-exchanges proffered At the lowliest cottage door.

Then while Christmas bells are ringing, Rich and poor your voices raise, And, your simple carol singing, Waft to heaven your grateful praise.