
The Christmas-Tree. 
FROM THE GERMAN. 
Rev. C. T. Brooks. 

VIS 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! 





















