Of moon and merry sleigh.

The ancient home to which we come
These scenes revealed one night;
As the beacon true, so old, yet new,
Flung wide its cheery light.

Go back threescore long years, or more:
Old Time the latch shall lift,
And, from his urn, once more return
The home of love and thrift.

A noble sire, with nerves of wire,
Warm heart, and open hand,--
A worthy dame, nor shrewd, nor tame,--
Lead forth the phantom band;

Three girls, three boys, with fun and noise,
Next gather round the hearth;
Reenter, then, dear friends, again
All full of life and mirth.

"My pretty nuns, 't is late! My sons,
Bring out the 'Sliding Car.'
For one fair bride, you all must ride
The snows both fast and far."

First darts away the bridegroom gay,
Nor waits the well-aimed jest:
To shed and stall they follow, all,