|Louisiana Winslow Howe, c. 1940|
By the way, have you ever gone to AbeBooks.com and searched for writings by your ancestors? Surprises may await you there. Just this morning I found a copy of Lou's published verse, Rambling Rhymes. I ordered it and hope to have it in my hands before the year ends.
But enough about Lou. It's Christmas! Grab some hot cider and enjoy her holiday greeting in verse. It's full of sentiment and is a pleasant read, but (dare I say it?) I think her verse pales in comparison to poems written by her niece Sarah.
by Louisiana Winslow Howe
Northward, nearby, we see the hills,
Down which run many rippling rills,
United with "La belle riviere,"
Over which grand boats throughout the year
Steam swiftly onward to and fro
Through waters of the Ohio.
From windows, East and South and West,
Kentucky's hills, which I love best,
Stretch outward, upward, seem to try
By distant curves, to reach the sky;
As toward the South Land they extend
Greetings to far-off towns I send.
A Merry Christmas to all friends!
Our hope of real joy depends
On One, whose, heaven appointed, birth
Brought joy and peace to all the earth;
Foretold by prophets and by seers
Proclaimed by Angel messengers;
"Glory to God, on Earth be peace,"
(To trusting souls) which ne'er shall cease.
May peace and joy always abide
With each one as at Christmastide
When feasts are closing, we lift up
And pass along a Loving Cup;
Love lingers throughout all the year,
Love still abides, and grows more dear;
Soars on beyond the bounds of Time
Matures in a Celestial Clime.
(Photo courtesy of Bill Davis, who posted it on Findagrave.com Memorial #31550920.)