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The Fir Tree
HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN Out in the forest stood a pr...

The First New England Christmas
G. L. STONE AND M. G. FICKETT IT WAS a warm and pl...

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

The Shepherds In Judea
MARY AUSTIN Oh, the Shepherds in Judea, ...

A Prayer At Bethlehem
ANNE P.L. FIELD O pulsing earth with heart a...

The Angels
WILLIAM DRUMMOND Run, shepherds, run where B...

A Christmas Hymn
ALFRED DOMETT It was the calm and silent nig...





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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