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The Shepherds
WILLIAM DRUMMOND, OF HAWTHORNDEN O than the ...

The Call Of The Woodsman
The day before Christmas, in the year of our Lord 722...

Christmas Bells
ANON There are sounds in the sky when the ye...

Christmas
ANON Once in Royal David's city Stood...

Hymn On The Nativity
JOHN MILTON It was the winter wild, Whi...

December
HARRIET F. BLODGETT I Oh! holly branc...

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





Merry Christmas






ANON

In the rush of the merry morning,
When the red burns through the gray,
And the wintry world lies waiting
For the glory of the day;
Then we hear a fitful rushing
Just without upon the stair,
See two white phantoms coming,
Catch the gleam of sunny hair.

Are they Christmas fairies stealing
Rows of little socks to fill?
Are they angels floating hither
With their message of good-will?
What sweet spell are these elves weaving,
As like larks they chirp and sing?
Are these palms of peace from heaven
That these lovely spirits bring?

Rosy feet upon the threshold,
Eager faces peeping through,
With the first red ray of sunshine,
Chanting cherubs come in view;
Mistletoe and gleaming holly,
Symbols of a blessed day,
In their chubby hands they carry,
Streaming all along the way.

Well we know them, never weary
Of this innocent surprise;
Waiting, watching, listening always
With full hearts and tender eyes,
While our little household angels,
White and golden in the sun,
Greet us with the sweet old welcome,--
Merry Christmas, every one!





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