Christmas poem, 1860. A happy Christmas-tide to every one! Though from the festal board some guests are gone. And yet not gone, for to each vacant place There cometh one who hath an angels face! And there is left a store of life and love, Links which unite us here to those above. A Happy Christmas-tide! And let the poor Turn with a thankful heart from evry door. If in our hearts theres strife with kin or friend, For Jesus sake, let the contention end. So, ere the year is hidden neath its pall, Thank we the Lord, to be at peace with all. From "Illustrated London News", 1860.