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In Excelsis Gloria
When Christ was born of Mary free, In Bethlehe...

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...

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
DINAH MARIA MULOCK God rest ye, merry gentle...

Mr Bluff's Experiences Of Holidays
OLIVER BELL BUNCE "I HATE holidays," said Bachelor...

The Christmas Holly
ELIZA COOK The holly! the holly! oh, twine i...

The Christmas Fires
ANNE P.L. FIELD The Christmas fires brightly...





Christmas Carol






JAMES S. PARK

So crowded was the little town
On the first Christmas day,
Tired Mary Mother laid her down
To rest upon the hay.
(Ah, would my door might have been thrown
Wide open on her way!)

But when the Holy Babe was born
In the deep hush of night,
It seemed as if a Sabbath morn
Had come with sacred light.
Child Jesus made the place forlorn
With his own beauty bright.

The manger rough was all his rest;
The cattle, having fed,
Stood silent by, or closer pressed,
And gravely wondered.
(Ah, Lord, if only that my breast
Had cradled Thee instead!)





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