THE YULE-TIDE MISSIVE
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He will harness his fleet footed reindeer To the sleigh, and away he will flee,—And eagerly on, he will hasten To bring you this message from me!
Though this has no value, excepting The love it contains in its fold,—Yet, love that is true and unfading To me is more precious than gold. So, when you shall weigh in Worth's balance The gifts you receive on this day; Surely mine will not be found wanting, For Love will be sure to out-weigh.
Were I sure, that, receiving this missive You should feel just one pang of regret That I cannot be with you this evening, It would fully repay me, and yet I know you'll transmit one thought message To me, from afar o'er the plain; While the sweet bells of Christmas are ringing And telling their story again.
While the sweet bells of Christmas are ringing In accents of joy and of praise; For the Babe in the manger, so blessed, As they rang in the dear by-gone days,—
