His body grows one with the streams
Of sands that slide and whisper around him;
The stars draw his soul: and he dreams.

MARGARET ADELAIDE WILSON,
in _Pall Mall Magazine._



DECEMBER 24.


CHRISTMAS.

The sun's glory lies on the mountain
Like the glow of a golden dream,
Or the flush on a slumbering fountain
That wakes to dawn's roseate beam.
So the year's day dies in a glory,
And dying, like sunrays unfurled,
Casts the peace and love of Christ's story
Over the heart of the world.

HAROLD T. SYMMES.



DECEMBER 25 AND 26.