The First Christmas Tree & Other Christmas Stories. Field Eugene

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      Sing, Christmas bells!

       Say to the earth this is the morn

       Whereon our Savior-King is born;

       Sing to all men,—the bond, the free,

       The rich, the poor, the high, the low,

       The little child that sports in glee,

       The aged folk that tottering go,—

       Proclaim the morn

       That Christ is born,

       That saveth them and saveth me!

      Sing, angel host!

       Sing of the star that God has placed

       Above the manger in the East;

       Sing of the glories of the night,

       The virgin's sweet humility,

       The Babe with kingly robes bedight,—

       Sing to all men where'er they be

       This Christmas morn;

       For Christ is born,

       That saveth them and saveth me!

      Sing, sons of earth!

       O ransomed seed of Adam, sing!

       God liveth, and we have a king!

       The curse is gone, the bond are free—

       By Bethlehem's star that brightly beamed,

       By all the heavenly signs that be,

       We know that Israel is redeemed;

       That on this morn

       The Christ is born

       That saveth you and saveth me!

      Sing, O my heart!

       Sing thou in rapture this dear morn

       Whereon the blessed Prince is born!

       And as thy songs shall be of love,

       So let my deeds be charity

       By the dear Lord that reigns above,

       By Him that died upon the tree,

       By this fair morn

       Whereon is born

       The Christ that saveth all and me!

      The Symbol and the Saint

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      Once upon a time a young man made ready for a voyage. His name was Norss; broad were his shoulders, his cheeks were ruddy, his hair was fair and long, his body betokened strength, and good-nature shone from his blue eyes and lurked about the corners of his mouth.

      "Where are you going?" asked his neighbor Jans, the forge-master.

      "I am going sailing for a wife," said Norss.

      "For a wife, indeed!" cried Jans. "And why go you to seek her in foreign lands? Are not our maidens good enough and fair enough, that you must need search for a wife elsewhere? For shame, Norss! for shame!"

      But Norss said: "A spirit came to me in my dreams last night and said, 'Launch

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