The "Thoughtful" Christmas Bench

There's something so inviting and peaceful about a bench...

Of course, it's a little too cold to accept the invitation of this icy bench right now! Yet, walking by it on the trail that loops around the Lake, I still want to sit there (in warmer weather) just thinking and imagining. A bench by the water is perfect for contemplation.


I do give a tip of a hat (or, in this case, my winter knit cap) to anyone who can work that word—contemplation—into the lyrics of a song. And a Scottish poet did just that.

At the age of only 23, James Montgomery became the editor of the Sheffield Register, which he renamed the Sheffield Iris. His efforts there might have impressed  Ebenezer Scrooge even before his reclamation.

Using words as weapons, James Montgomery fought for the abolition of slavery and to shield children from the terrible conditions of work as chimney sweeps.

His beautiful Christmas hymn, "Angels From the Realms of Glory," first appeared in the Iris on Christmas Eve in 1816. On frosty-air mornings leading up to Christmas, I think of these lyrics as I walk by the "thoughtful" bench:

Sages, leave your contemplations,

Brighter visions beam afar;

Seek the great desire of nations,

Ye have seen His natal star.


Happy Holidays & Merry Christmas!

Winter Views