MAGIC WORDS.
Magic words! magic words!
From holy impulse they are born,
The seeming chance of circumstance,
God’s utterance to hearts forlorn;
Where’er they fall reject them not,
Nor think their mission is in vain;
’Twixt loving hearts, whom coldness parts,
Let not the dreary silence reign.
Magic words! what are they?
Things the truest soul will say!
Magic words! magic words!
Ah! dear as to the dying flow’r,
The starry dews that balm infuse,
And whisper of the fallen show’r!
Sweet as the bubbling desert spring
To one who wanders o’er the sands,
Are those chance words, that sow like birds
The flowering seeds of happier lands!
Magic words! what are they?
Things the simplest tongue may say!
Magic words! magic words!
O let them live on ev’ry lip,
A source of bliss, of holiest kiss,
And bond of fairest fellowship.
And evermore at this blest time,
Tho’ winter’s snows o’erspread the scene,
One magic call, to bind us all,
Shall be old Christmas’ evergreen!
Magic words! are not they
Offerings meet for Christmas Day?
London:—Printed by G. Barclay, Castle St. Leicester Sq.