O THE mem'ry of the mistletoe that graced that Christmas scene! And the berries in the holly wreath like rosebuds red between, And the smell of fragrant cedar, even yet an evergreen. O, the beauty of the dainty hands that twined the holly through, And the snowy neck and cheeks that made the roses blush anew. Now I never smell the cedar but I see the maiden, too. O, the glory and the story in those eyes of tender trust! Not all the world of sermons can convince me they are dust, For the starlight lives forever and love's mem'ry hath no rust! Up in heaven with the angels she is twining wreaths to-night. In her Father's many mansions 'mid the dazzling glory-light She has laid aside a love-wreath for one tired in the fight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WISDOM COMETH WITH THE YEARS by COUNTEE CULLEN FOR OUR BETTER GRACES by JAMES GALVIN A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE FOUR BROTHERS by CARL SANDBURG THE TEN COMMANDMENTS by GEORGE SANTAYANA SURFACE AND STRUCTURE: BONAVENTURE HOTEL, LOS ANGELES by KAREN SWENSON |