Children of Christmas, and Others [poems]

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R.G. Badger, 1907 - Christmas poetry - 109 pages
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Page 32 - And dreams, with wistful face: "I would that I had questioned them, So I the way might trace! "When morning comes with blessed light; I'll early be awake: My staff in hand I'll go, — perchance, Those strangers I'll o'ertake; And, for the Child some little toys I'll carry, for His sake." The morning came, and staff in hand, She wandered in the snow, She asked the way of all she met, But none the way could show. "It must be farther yet," she sighed: "Then farther will I go.
Page 31 - ... thought of fear has she): The wind-blown candle in her hand Shines out on strangers three. Their beards are white with age, and snow That in the darkness flies; Their floating locks are long and white, But kindly are the eyes That sparkle underneath their brows, Like stars in frosty skies. "Babouscka, we have come from far; We tarry but to say, A little Prince is born this night Who all the world shall sway. Come join the search; come, go with us Who go these gifts to pay.
Page 31 - Babouscka shivers at the door: "I would I might behold The little Prince who shall be King; But ah, the night is cold, The wind so fierce, the snow so deep, And I, good sirs, am old!
Page 32 - The strangers three, no word they speak, But fade in snowy space — Babouscka sits before the fire, And looks with wistful face: "I wish that I had questioned them, So I the way might trace! "When morning comes, with blessed light, I'll early be awake. My staff in hand, I'll go — perchance, Those strangers overtake. And for the Child, some little toys I'll carry for His sake.
Page 33 - tis said, on Christmas Eve, When high the drifts are piled, With staff, with basket on her arm, Babushka seeks the Child: At every door her face is seen,— Her wistful face and mild! Her gifts at every door she leaves; She bends, and murmurs low, Above each little face half-hid By pillows white as snow: " And is He here? " Then, softly sighs,
Page 86 - ... CHICKADEES BLACKCAP, madcap! Never tired of play What's the news to-day? "Faint-heart, faint-heart! Winter's coming up this way; And the winter comes to stay!" Blackcap, madcap! Whither will you go, Now the storm winds blow? "Faint-heart, faint-heart! In the pine-boughs, thick and low, There is shelter from the snow!" Blackcap, madcap! In the snow and sleet, What have you to eat? "Faint-heart, faint-heart. Seeds and berries are a treat, When the frost has made them sweet!
Page 42 - A QUESTION OF SPELLING They were looking through their book With pictures of the Zoo; Both too young to read the text, But each the pictures knew. Will was three, and Ray was five — And five years old is old! When his wiser brother spoke, Will did as he was told ! " Look! I've found the efalunt! " " Don't say efalunt,
Page 38 - Now are your wishes come true, come true ! Here is a love with a thousand charms, And see! she is reaching her hands out to you! Put the old doll by, asleep let her lie, And open your arms to welcome the new. Little one, little one, play your sweet part, Mother-love lavishes treasure untold.
Page 49 - PORGOTTEN, in a chamber lone, •*• The hooded Cradle, brown and old, Began to rock, began to moan, " Where are the babes I used to hold?" "To men and women they are grown. And through the world their way must make." The Cradle rocked and made its moan, "My babes no single step could take!" " A helmsman one, on wide seas blown, His sinewy hands the wheel employs.
Page 69 - The wistful-eyed and moaning dreams of other days begin to peep. But when, amid the softening rain, aloft, so mellow and so clear, The first flute of the robin sounds, it is the Daybreak of the Tear ! The Felicity ~~ Teachers will agree with me of the Blun- that reading students...

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