Van Dyke beard and broidered ruff silently confess
That he lived—­and loved perchance—­in days of Good Queen Bess. 
(Laces fine and linen sheer, curled and perfumed hair
Well became those gentlemen of gay, insouciant air.)

See!  He gazeth evermore at the stage below;
Noteth well the players as they quickly come and go;
Queens and kings and maidens fair, motley fools and friars,
Lords and ladies, stately dames, mounted knights and squires.

Well he knoweth all of them, all the grave and gay,
These are they he dreamt of in the far and far away;
Saints and sinners, see they come down the bygone years,
And the world still shares with them its laughter and its tears.

Still we haunt the greenwood for love of Rosalind,
Still we hear the Jester’s bells ajingle on the wind,
Still the frenzied Moor we fear—­Ah! and even yet
Breathless wait before the tomb of all the Capulet.

Though the slow years pass away, yet on land and sea,
Follow we the Danish Prince in sad soliloquy;
And I fancy sometimes when the round moon saileth high
Yet in Venice meet the Jew—­as he goeth by.

(Just above the boxes and where the high lights fall
Looketh down a carven face from out the gilded wall.)

CHRISTMAS

With all the little children, far and near,
God wot! to-day we’ll sing a song of cheer! 
To rosy lips and eyes, that know not guile,
We one and all will give back smile for smile;
And for the sake of all the small and gay
We will be children also for to-day.

Holly we’ll hang, with mistletoe above! 
God wot! to-day we’ll sing a song of love! 
And we will trip on merry heel and toe
With all the fair who lightly come and go;
We will deny the years that lie behind
And say that age is only in the mind.

And to the needy, in whatever place,
God wot! to-day we’ll lend a hand of grace;
For where is he who hath not need himself,
Although he dine on silver or on delf? 
And we who pass and nod this Christmas Day
May never meet again on life’s highway.

But when the lights are lit, and day has flown—­
God wot! there will be some who sit alone;
Who sit and gaze into the embers’ glow,
And watch strange things that flitter to and fro—­
The ghosts of dreams; and faces—­long unseen;
Shadows of shadows—­things that once have been.

THE HEART COURAGEOUS

Who hath a heart courageous
  Will fight with right good cheer;
For well may he his foes out-face
  Who owns no foe called Fear!

Who hath a heart courageous
  Will fight as knight of old
For that which he doth count his own—­
  Against the world to hold.

Who hath a heart courageous
  Will fight both night and day,
Against the Host Invisible—­
  That holds his soul at bay,