Bells Across the Snow

   

“The little cares that fretted me,

I lost them yesterday,

… Out in the fields with God.”

--Elizabeth Barrett Browning

                 

   BELLS ACROSS THE SNOW

    by Frances R. Havergal

O Christmas, merry Christmas!

    Is it really come again,

With its memories and greetings,

    With its joy and with its pain?

There's a minor in the carol,

    And a shadow in the light,

And a spray of cypress twining

    With the holly wreath to-night.

And the hush is never broken

    By laughter light and low,

As we listen in the starlight

    To the "bells across the snow."

O Christmas, merry Christmas!

    'Tis not so very long

Since other voices blended

    With the carol and the song!

If we could but hear them singing

    As they are singing now,

If we could but see the radiance

    Of the crown on each dear brow;

There would be no sigh to smother,

    No hidden tear to flow,

As we listen in the starlight

    To the "bells across the snow."

O Christmas, merry Christmas!

    This never more can be;

We cannot bring again the days

    Of our unshadowed glee.

But Christmas, happy Christmas,

    Sweet herald of good-will,

With holy songs of glory

    Brings holy gladness still.

For peace and hope may brighten,

    And patient love may glow,

As we listen in the starlight

    To the "bells across the snow."

Wishing you a beautiful Christmas filled with new memories of love, joy and peace!

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    Take Joy!