The Guest

Mourning Dove in the Snow 

 "The happiest chap I ever met,

 The freest of all dark regret,

 Was one who deemed his days to be

 A gift of hospitality

 With God his Host; and as His guest

 Viewed everything with interest.

 And like a grateful visitor

 Who wished to even up the score,

 Did all he could both day and night

 To give his fellow-guests delight."

The Guest By JOHN KENDRICK BANGS

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Snow Covered Dove

Never overlook the good in a bad situation. 

- Zig Ziglar

Christmas Bells

I HEARD heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime,
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
"There is no peace on earth," I said;
"For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!"

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men."

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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