What I Have To Say Is Far

A Christmas Gambol Oft Could Cheer The Poor Man's Heart Through Half The Year.

In Love Quarrels The Party That Loves The Most Is Always Most Willing To Acknowledge The Greater Fault.

Each Age Has Deemed The New-born Year The Fittest Time For Festal Cheer.

Land Of My Sires! What Mortal Hand Can E'er Untie The Filial Band That Knits Me To Thy Rugged Strand!

Whose Lenient Sorrows Find Relief, Whose Joys Are Chastened By Their Grief.