The honored centre, and that years may bring
Still other groups about their knees to cling!
And that in them they find the traces,
The mantling roses, manly graces,
They see before them in some present faces!
And God bless all who, here, to night
Are aids and sharers in its dear delight:
Bless each and all, in health, in home, in
In purse, in store, in craft, in art;
As maids, as wives, as daughters, mothers,
As husbands, fathers, sons or brothers;
As partners loving or as faithful friends,
And, at the last, may heaven send
That when with age and care oppressed,
As when in younger years caressed,
With that same love may they be blessed!
x x x x
So ends this tribute to our Christmas time,
So ends this rough unskilled rhyme,
So memory laden in another clime
Has perhaps a Christmas chime
To him who played it.
And if, by chance, your memory�s caught
A line or so possessing aught