Had I power to give to you Many a rich and costly gem, Fit, in brilliancy of hue, To adorn a diadem, I'd bestow the jewels rare On some other friend less dear, While for you I'd breathe a prayer, Such as I do offer here.
Many a merry Christmas, friend, Health, contentment, joy and bliss; More delights in thought I send Than I can convey in this. With the now departing year May your cares and sorrows cease; May the new one, drawing near, Bring you happiness and peace.
—S. Conant Foster Outing and The Wheelman, 1883, p. 292.