A Christmas Idyl.
So many years ago He came,
The little Christ-child boy;
Came in His Father's blessed name,
To fill the earth with joy.
The little Christ-child boy;
Came in His Father's blessed name,
To fill the earth with joy.
And yet it seems but yesterday—
The story lately read,
Seems, in its interesting way,
Of—life not of the dead.
The story lately read,
Seems, in its interesting way,
Of—life not of the dead.
How, in the manger fast asleep,
The little baby lay,
While gentle footsteps 'round him creep
And then abashed, away.
The little baby lay,
While gentle footsteps 'round him creep
And then abashed, away.
How, with good gifts and frankincense,
Men hovered 'bout his bed,
And watched the halo so intense
From babe's to mother's head.
Men hovered 'bout his bed,
And watched the halo so intense
From babe's to mother's head.
The star that led them on that night—
The star of Bethlehem—
That star that shines for us so bright;
It meant the same to them.
The star of Bethlehem—
That star that shines for us so bright;
It meant the same to them.
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