1867
by S.R.P.
Originally published in Tinsley's Magazine (Tinsley Brothers) vol.2 #7 (Feb 1868).
Aye, the 'green yule' shows dull and strange and sad!
Draw the thick curtains o'er the misty pane,
Shut out the ceaseless sound of falling rain.
Recall the charm the brave old Christmas had,
When, crowned with icicles, in snow-drifts clad,
He came with mirth and music in his train.
Ah! lips that will not speak for us again,
Joined in the chorus then that made us glad!
It is their silence leaves this aching void,
Not altered skies, or customs passed away,
Though 'use and wont' bewail the wreath destroyed,
That decked of yore the merry Christmas-day!
Yet, friends, clasp hands, the love to-day has given,
Endures, spite loss or change, for earth and heaven.