There is a mountain in the distant West . . .
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock . . .
Love walks unchallenged through the gate.
We were very tired, we were very merry . . .
When first we found, then lost, ourselves in a kiss . . .
Fairer hands never wrought at a pastry more fine!
Torrent of light and river of the air . . .
By the beating of her heart Evangeline knew who was with him . . . .
Thou, too, sail on O Ship of State . . .
The smell of brimstone uncommon strong . . .
By the shores of Gitche Gumee . . .
And the forest’s life was in it . . .
There is a Power whose care teaches thy way . . .
With the last sheaves return the neighboring wains . . .
There thou sittest in thy wonted corner . . . .
Yes, it was a swallow’s nest . . .
Tired with their midnight toil, the weary travellers slumbered . . .
Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul!