100 HYMN OF NATURE. That wrestles singly with the gale, Lifts up admiring eyes to thee; When, side by side, their ranks they form, GOD of the light and viewless air! The fierce and wintry tempests blow; GOD of the fair and open sky! How gloriously above us springs GOD of the rolling orbs above! Thy name is written clearly bright HYMN OF NATURE. In the warm day's unvarying blaze, Or evening's golden shower of light. For every fire that fronts the sun, And every spark that walks alone Around the utmost verge of heaven, Were kindled at thy burning throne. 101 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house A VISIT FROM ST. NICHOLAS. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, 103 While visions of sugarplums danced through their heads; Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap- I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name : And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof |