DECEMBER TWENTIETH Works do follow us all unto God; there stand and bear witness Not what they seemed, but what they were only. Blessed is he who Hears their confession secure; they are mute upon earth until death's hand Opens the mouth of the silent. The Children of the Lord's Supper DECEMBER TWENTY-FIRST Therefore love and believe; for works will follow spontaneous Even as day does the sun; the Right from the Good is an offspring, Love in a bodily shape; and Christian works are no more than Animate Love and Faith, as flowers are the animate spring-tide. The Children of the Lord's Supper DECEMBER TWENTY-SECOND Our Lord and Master, When he departed, left us in his will, As our best legacy on earth, the poor! The Golden Legend Still let it ever be thy pride To a Child A Christmas Carol DECEMBER TWENTY-FIFTH Hail to thee, Jesus of Nazareth! Though in a manger thou drawest thy breath, Thou art greater than Life and Death, Greater than Joy or Woe! This cross upon the line of life The Golden Legend DECEMBER TWENTY-SIXTH O the long and dreary Winter! Fell the snow o'er all the landscape, The Song of Hiawatha DECEMBER TWENTY-SEVENTH Winter giveth the fields and the trees, so old, Their beards of icicles and snow; And the rain, it raineth so fast and cold, We must cower over the embers low; And, snugly housed from the wind and weather, Mope like birds that are changing feather. Spring O holy Father! pardon in me The Golden Legend DECEMBER TWENTY-NINTH We have not wings, we cannot soar; The mighty pyramids of stone That wedge-like cleave the desert airs, When nearer seen, and better known, Are but gigantic flights of stairs. The Ladder of St. Augustine |