Capitolo 4
"He sprinkles benedictions in our runs, Him the giveth us the increase,
He crowns us with Your kindnesses and granteth us Your peace.
"To him, our wandering feet, we pray that He can draw,
And is able us strive there, with faithful hearts, hold Your holy law!"
His/her simple words in dead silence: the silence of a moment. And then
From all the hearts that listen there to the rose a solemn-that has voice Amen!
STREET NICHOLAS.
In the far-by Polar seas,
Well over the Hebrides,
Where the icebergs, towering tall,
You seem to perforate the winter sky,
And the fur-dressed Esquimaux
It slips in o'er of the sleighs the snow,
Breaks Nick of Street, the happy wight,
Patron's Saint at night of Christmas.
You wall up solid of thick ice,
Being born a lot of a characteristic equipment,
Placed side by side by graced turrets two,
Clear as clearer porcelain,
Being born to a tall height
The pure cross of Christ in the simple white,
Carven with excellent art
From the heart of crystal of an iceberg.
Here Nick of Street, in is real,
Breaks, up to December late
Clip the days to both elegant,
And the nights to each extend;
Then, with his/her elves of companion,
Washings the earth in the winter nights,
House that brings, in well-full hands,
Children's gifts from a lot of earths.
Here are whistles, tops and toys,
Meant to cheer the small boys;
It skates and sleighs that soon they will slip
O'er the ice or steep hill-side.
Here are dolls with curly pale yellow,
Sure to enchant the small girls;
Christmas books, with portraits cheerful,
For this welcome party.
In the attends court him of reindeer;
Filled the sleigh with expensive hire.
As the first falls of shade of faint,
Quickly from his/her frozen rooms
You pass Nick of Street, and it understands the rein:
It is far, in the measured duration,
You play the silver bell of the sleigh-bells.
As an arrow from the arc
Goes to all speed' the o'er of the reindeer the snow.
Before! Now the loaded sleigh
Skirts the beaches of the Bay of Hudson.
Before, you cultivate the shabby tree