Christmas with Hearthstone Fables…

I am going to my own hearth-stone,

Bosomed in yon green hills alone, —

A secret nook in a pleasant land,

Whose groves the frolic fairies planned;

Where arches green, the livelong day,

Echo the blackbird’s roundelay,

And vulgar feet have never trod

A spot that is sacred to thought and God.


About Hearthstone Fables

Folk art + farm life in the Pacific Northwest

Telling stories with seasonal, liturgical illustrations & resources that look with wonder at the sacred world.

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