O Christmas Sun! What holy task is thine! To fold a world in the embrace of God! — Guy Wetmore Carryl Copy Share Image
O Christmas Sun! What holy task is thine! To fold a world in the embrace of God! To spread, where'er thy golden feet have trod, The benediction of His grace divine: To hold the promise of His final plan Blazing… — Guy Wetmore Carryl Copy Share Image
The Moral is that gardeners pine, Whene'er no pods adorn the vine. Of all sad words experience gleans, The saddest are: It might have… — Guy Wetmore Carryl Copy Share
O Christmas Sun! What holy task is thine! To fold a world in the embrace of God! — Guy Wetmore Carryl Copy Share
O Christmas Sun! What holy task is thine! To fold a world in the embrace of God! To spread, where'er thy golden feet have… — Guy Wetmore Carryl Copy Share
