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The Goblins Christmas
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Christmas Waits In Boston
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The Voyage Of The Wee Red Cap
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A Hymn On The Nativity Of My Saviour
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A Christmas Carol
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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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