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The Smuggler
It was the latter end of the month of November, when ...

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

Alice's Christmas-tree
CHAPTER I. Alice MacNeil had made the plan of this...

Christmas On Big Rattle
THEODORE GOODRIDGE ROBERTS ARCHER sat by the rude ...

A Merry Christmas To You
THEODORE LEDYARD CUYLER My own boyhood was spent in ...

Hymn For The Nativity
EDWARD THRING Happy night and happy silence ...

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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