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A Story Of The Christ-child
A German legend for Christmas Eve as told by ELIZABE...

The Voyage Of The Wee Red Cap
RUTH SAWYER DURAND It was the night of St. Stephen...

While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks By Night
MARGARET DELAND Like small curled feathers, ...

The Felling Of The Tree
A swift mountain-flood rolling down its channel; a hu...

Toinette And The Elves
SUSAN COOLIDGE THE winter's sun was nearing the ho...

A Christmas Matinee
MRS. M. A. L. LANE IT WAS the day before Christmas...

The Christmas Masquerade
MARY E. WILKINS FREEMAN ON Christmas Eve the Mayor...





An Offertory






MARY MAPES DODGE

Oh, the beauty of the Christ Child,
The gentleness, the grace,
The smiling, loving tenderness,
The infantile embrace!
All babyhood he holdeth,
All motherhood enfoldeth--
Yet who hath seen his face?

Oh, the nearness of the Christ Child,
When, for a sacred space,
He nestles in our very homes--
Light of the human race!
We know him and we love him,
No man to us need prove him--
Yet who hath seen his face?





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