CHRISTMAS
Dearest . . . for thee I make my Christmas song!
A song of holly and of fragrant tree,
Of festivals, that sweep their happy throng,
Dearest, for thee!
A song of holly and of fragrant tree,
Of festivals, that sweep their happy throng,
Dearest, for thee!
Look . . . how the folding snow is on the lea;
See the fine hoar frost lie the hedge along
And the white holy stars shine mistily.
A Christmas gift held high, though winds are strong,
A warm and glowing gift, though ice may be,
Comes star-blest, Christ-blest, over pain and wrong,
Dearest, for thee!
See the fine hoar frost lie the hedge along
And the white holy stars shine mistily.
A Christmas gift held high, though winds are strong,
A warm and glowing gift, though ice may be,
Comes star-blest, Christ-blest, over pain and wrong,
Dearest, for thee!
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