American cinematographer (Nov 1921-Jan 1922)

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4 THE AMERICAN CINEMATOGRAPHER December 15, IDhat I Should Like to Send By Silas E. Snyder Ah, sad to me is the spirit of Christmas with Christ left out, And sad the throng as it runs along, gift mad as it hurries about, But I think that a token at any time is a thing to be desired If back of it all is a sentiment with which the soul is fired. A gift is a gift, but a token must have its source deep in the heart And the things that I'd like to send you can't be purchased in any mart; I should like to send you a rainbow to wear in your glossy hair And a sunburst made of will-o-the-wisps to wear on your bosom fair, With a crystal chain of angels' tears that were shed for the sons of men And a meteor bright whose trail of light can never return again; I'd like to send you a diadem bedecked with the Pleiades And a fragrant zephyr of Araby that floats o'er the southern seas, Or mayhap the song of a nightingale or the laugh of a waterfall Or the breath of the trailing arbutus or the skylark's liquid call; Perhaps you'd prefer a moonbeam in a setting of fire-flies And a patch or two of cerulean blue to match your darling eyes, Or the glint of an amethystine peak as it catches the morning sun Or the hush of peace at even-song that you feel when the day is done; I'd like to send you a flame snatched down from genius' celestial fire And the rustle faint of an angel's wing, with the chords of a heavenly lyre, Or the happy coo of the Christ Child as he lay on Madonna's breast, Or the gift of sleep that God bestows on the eyelids of the blest, Or the constellation of Orion or the mate-call of a dove, But as I can't send you any of these, I'll send you a sea of love.