I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

All sense of hearing and of sight enfold in the serene delight and quietude of sleep.

Ah! What would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before.

Nature is a revelation of God; Art a revelation of man.

Chill air and wintry winds! My ear has grown familiar with your song; I hear it in the opening year, I listen, and it cheers me long.

You would attain to the divine perfection.

Give what you have. To some one, it may be better than you dare to think.