Tuesday, July 31, 2018
Poem from a vintage magazine
The back cover is very nice, too. That one is simply labeled as "An Old New Hampshire Home" -- it doesn't say where it is, but the photographer was E. Greely Clark.
Back to my most recent find! The December 1946 issue features a lovely Christmas poem which I would like to share with you all.
by Adelbert M. Jakeman
Beneath the canopy of winter sky
Are hemlocks standing heavy with the snow;
Their lovely branches bend their burden low.
And meadows soft along the roadside lie.
Reflected in a golden window light
Is found contentment caught between four walls;
And resting in their rough and simple stalls
Are living things secure against the night.
Familiar sounds break through the crystal dark:
The bell that echoes from the starlit spire,
The hoofs of running horses striking fire,
And hounds that listen to their lonesome bark.
Each tiny town becomes a sparkling gem
Of beauty born of ancient Bethlehem.
I thought this poem painted a beautiful picture. "Contentment caught between four walls" would mean so much in light of the recently ended World War II. And "living things secure against the night" would speak of a blessing too, remembering that dark time when security felt very tenuous indeed.
I am not sure of the meaning of the last line, but I do know that whenever I see little towns depicted on Christmas cards -- even towns of a far different century and continent than Bethlehem -- it does always make me think of that little town where Christ was born.
This vintage poem seems like a lovely note on which to end this year's Christmas in July. See you again soon here in the Christmas Kitchen!