I.
From the first Christmas of long, long ago,
Brush all the hundreds of winters' white snow—
Through the long shadowy aisles of the past
Bring, and once more let it live in the last.
Let thy first gift on that first Christmas morn
Lord, of a Christ in our hearts be re-born.
Like the wise men may we worshipping bow,
Gifts such as theirs be our offering now.
Joy-bells in heart as from steeple chime grand;
Let us keep Christmas in heart as in land.
II.
