Shout now! The months with loud acclaim, Take up the cry and send it forth; May breathing sweet her Spring perfumes, November thundering from the North. With hands upraised, as with one voice, They join their notes in grand accord; Hail to December! say they all, It gave to Earth our Christ the Lord!

J.K. Hoyt

J.K. Hoyt

Related Quotes

Forming and breaking in the sky, I fancy all shapes are there; Temple, mountain, monument, spire; Ships rigged out with sails of fire, And blown by the evening air.

In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne'er remember Apollo's summer look; But with a sweet forgetting, They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time.

When we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December, how In this our pinching cave shall we discourse The freezing hours away?

— William Shakespeare

In cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.

— Alexander Pope

December drops no weak, relenting tear, By our fond Summer sympathies ensnared, Nor from the perfect circle of the year Can even Winter's crystal gems be spared.

— Christopher Pearce Cranch