From the Short Story a Christmas Dream, and How It Came True
From our happy homeThrough the world we roamOne week in all the year,Making winter springWith the joy we bringFor Christmas-tide is here.
Now the eastern starShines from afarTo light the poorest home;Hearts warmer grow,Gifts freely flow,For Christmas-tide has come.
Now gay trees riseBefore young eyes,Abloom with tempting cheer;Blithe voices sing,And blithe bells ring,For Christmas-tide is here.
Oh, happy chime,Oh, blessed time,That draws us all so near!"Welcome, dear day,"All creatures say,For Christmas-tide is here.
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