Christmas Fancies

When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, we hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago, and etched on vacant places are half forgotten faces of friends we used to cherish and loves we used to know, when Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow.

Uprising from the ocean of the present surging near, we see with strange emotion that is not free from fear, that continent Elician long vanished from our vision, youth lovely lost Atlantis, so moon for and so dear, uprising from the ocean of the present surging near.

When gloomy grey December's aroused Christmas mirth, the dullest life remembers, their once was joy on earth, and draws from youth recesses some memory it possesses. And gazing through the lens of time exaggerates its worth when gloomy grey December is rose to Christmas mirth.

When hanging up the holy or mistletoe, each heart recalls some folly that lit the world with bliss, not all the seers and sages with wisdom of the ages, can give the mind such pleasure as memories of that kiss when hanging up the holy or mistletoe.

Our life was made for loving and love a long re-piece, as passing years are proving for all of time's sad ways. There lies a sting in pleasure and fame gives shallow measure, and wealth is but a phantom that mocks the restless days.

For life was made for loving and only loving peace. When Christmas bells are pelting, the air with silver chimes. And silences are melting to soft, melodious rhymes. Let love the world's beginning. And fear and hate and sinning.

Let love the gourd eternal be worshiped in all claims. When Christmas bells are pelting, the air with silver chimes.