POEMS.
95
HOMAGE TO THE AUTHOR OF THE CHRISTMAS CAROL.
There is a name, a magic name,
That bringeth visions bright,
And calleth lasting memories up,
With fire each eye to light.
That bringeth visions bright,
And calleth lasting memories up,
With fire each eye to light.
Familiar as a household word,
Who loveth not its sound
Whene'er it comes, with smiles or tears,
Its spell to cast around?
Who loveth not its sound
Whene'er it comes, with smiles or tears,
Its spell to cast around?
Steals there not ever o'er our souls,
Beneath its sway, a gleam
Of noble thoughts and stirring truths,
As 'twere a sunny dream?
Beneath its sway, a gleam
Of noble thoughts and stirring truths,
As 'twere a sunny dream?
Whose, then, that name so widely known,
To which with pride we how?
Whose, then, the mighty hand that strikes
A chord untouched till now?
To which with pride we how?
Whose, then, the mighty hand that strikes
A chord untouched till now?
