Hail to the night when we gather once more All the forms we love to meet; When we've many a guest that's dear to our breast, And the household dog at our feet. Who would not be in the circle of glee When heart to heart is yearning -- When joy breathes out in the laughing shout While the Christmas log is burning? 'Tis one of the fairy hours of life, When the world seems all of light; For the thought of wo, or the name of a foe, Ne'er darkens the festive night. When bursting mirth rings round the hearth, Oh! where is the spirit that's mourning, While merry bells chime with the carol rhyme, And the Christmas log is burning? Then is the time when the gray old man Leaps back to the days of youth: When brows and eyes bear no disguise, But flush and gleam with truth. Oh! then is the time when the soul exults, And seems right heavenward turning; When we love and bless the hands we press, While the Christmas log is burning. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HAPPY LIFE OF A COUNTRY PARSON by ALEXANDER POPE THE SUN'S TRAVELS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE TRIUMPH OF TIME by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE O YOU WHOM I OFTEN AND SILENTLY COME by WALT WHITMAN BLESSING THE LIGHTS by ALTER ABELSON TWELVE SONNETS: 9. WEARINESS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE TWO ARCHERS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |