WINTER. This is now the winter time, My noble gentlemen. This is now the winter time, My reverend clergymen ; Christ came to save in winter time, Remember, clerks all, then, My Christian clergymen. This is now the winter time, My honest working men, * Weave truth with trust," ye weavers, then Remember, workers, then, That none should starve while others have. Accept your rights on New Year's day. This is now the winter time, My gallant working men. GOODWYN BARMBY. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. WOULD that our scrupulous sires had dared to leave A stir of mind too natural to deceive; The counter Spirit found in some gay church In which the linnet or the thrush might sing, Merry and loud, and safe from prying search, Strains offered only to the genial spring. THE HOLLY TREE. ROBERT SOUTHEY. 1 O READER! hast thou ever stood to see The eye that contemplates it well perceives Ordered by an intelligence so wise, As might confound the atheist's sophistries. Below, a circling fence, its leaves are seen, No grazing cattle, through their prickly round, But as they grow where nothing is to fear, I love to view these things with curious eyes, And moralize: And in this wisdom of the holly tree Can emblems see, Wherewith, perchance, to make a pleasant rhyme, Thus, though abroad perchance I might appear Harsh and austere, To those who on my leisure would intrude Reserved and rude, Gentle at home amid my friends I'd be, Like the high leaves upon the holly tree. And should my youth, as youth is apt, I know, Some harshness show, All vain asperities I day by day Would wear away, Till the smooth temper of my age should be And as when all the summer trees are seen The holly leaves a sombre hue display, Less bright than they; But when the bare and wintry woods we see, So serious should my youth appear among So would I scem amid the young and gay That in my age as cheerful I might be UNDER THE HOLLY BOUGH. CHARLES MACKAY. YE who have scorned each other, Or injured friend or brother, Ye who, by word or deed, Come gather here. Let sinned against, and sinning, And join in friendship now : Under the Holly Bough. # THE HOLLY BERKY. Ye who have loved each other, In this fast fading year: Young man and maiden mild, And let your hearts grow fonder, Each past unbroken vow. Are sweet in the renewing, Under the Holly Bough. Ye who have nourished sadness, Ye, with o'erburdened mind, Let not the useless sorrow Pursue you night and morrow. If e'er you hoped, hope now- Under the Holly Bough. THE HOLLY BERRY. THOMAS MILLER. GONE are the summer hours, While the holly true retains his hue, Nor changes like the flowers. |