Where are the songs I used to know, Where are the notes I used to sing? I have forgotten everything I used to know so long ago. ("The Key-Note")

Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:-- We are as they; Like them we fade away As doth a leaf.

Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.

The downhill path is easy, but there's no turning back.

Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love Divine; Love was born at Christmas; Star and angels gave the sign.

Open wide the windows of our spirits and fill us full of light; open wide the door of our hearts, that we may receive and entertain Thee with all our powers of adoration.

Christmas hath a beauty ... lovelier than the world can show.