A Merry Christmas
To All Readers of 'The Land of Lost Content'
Bruegel the Elder_ The Census at Bethlehem
Voices in the Mist
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill
Answer each other in the mist.
Four voices of four hamlets round,
From far and near, on mead and moor,
Swell out and fail, as if a door
Were shut between me and the sound:
Each voice four changes on the wind,
That now dilate, and now decrease,
Peace and goodwill, goodwill and peace,
Peace and goodwill, to all mankind.