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Yes, we must surely perish
    On this Christmas—
Oh darling, creep closer to me;
Strange are the faces I see,
Lights flash about in the room,
As though up through the desolate gloom
  Sprang the angels proclaiming Messiah—
    Wondrous Christmas!

If they sing to us of Messiah,
    Happy Christmas!—
Adrift on the stormy weather,
Come the organ notes fitfully hither.
I could sleep awhile if I tried;
Creep close, close to my side,
  Lay thy head on my shoulder.
    Icy Christmas!

Wake, neighbour, noon is over.
    Merry Christmas!—
No one answers call or knock;
And they shatter the crazy lock.