James Russell Lowell

"What means this glory round our feet,"
The Magi mused, "more bright than morn!"
And voices chanted read more

"What means this glory round our feet,"
The Magi mused, "more bright than morn!"
And voices chanted clear and sweet,
"To-day the Prince of Peace is born."

What men prize most is a privilege, even if it be that of chief mourner at a funeral.

What men prize most is a privilege, even if it be that of chief mourner at a funeral.

The very room, coz she was in,
Seemed warm f'om floor to ceilin'.

The very room, coz she was in,
Seemed warm f'om floor to ceilin'.

There is no self-delusion more fatal than that which makes the conscience dreamy with the anodyne of lofty sentiments, while read more

There is no self-delusion more fatal than that which makes the conscience dreamy with the anodyne of lofty sentiments, while the life is groveling and sensual.

But civlyzation doos git forrid
Sometimes upon a powder-cart.

But civlyzation doos git forrid
Sometimes upon a powder-cart.