Elven gates that empty swing throughout the year
are filled at Christmas
with joyous cheer.
The festive house stands glowing, the fires bright,
bid us the feast partake,
spirits make light!
The table is spread with meats, and breads, and pie!
all who feared starvation
find salvation nigh!
Joyful entertainments enchant us until morn,
pageants on gold field-
when that Child is born!
--
No comments:
Post a Comment