Each Must Drain His Share Of Pleasure,

To All, To Each, A Fair Good-night, And Pleasing Dreams, And Slumbers Light.

In Listening Mood She Seemed To Stand, The Guardian Naiad Of The Strand.

There Is A Vulgar Incredulity, Which In Historical Matters, As Well As In Those Of Religion, Finds It Easier To Doubt Than To Examine.

Dear To Me Is My Bonnie White Steed; Oft Has He Helped Me At Pinch Of Need.

Heap On More Wood! - The Wind Is Chill; But Let It Whistle As It Will, We'll Keep Our Christmas Merry Still.