FROM THE GERMAN. 
Rev. 6 . T. Brooks. 
WIS Christmas eve,—full plain,— 
A strange child runs about 
Through street, and square, and lane. 
To see the lights gleam out 
From every window-pane. 
Behold him stop and stare 
At every house ; he sees 
The bright rooms, how they glare, 
And all the lamp-full trees,— 
Sad is he every where. 
The poor child weeps: “ To-night 
Each little girl and boy 
Their little tree and light 
Can see and can enjoy,— 
All,—all but me,—poor wight! 
