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Show Sftinq Vat Scn Out, FIRST PRIZE POEM Ring out! Ring out, glad Christmas Christ-mas bell, And send thy transcendental tones To all whose hearts and souls can tell Of gladness, struggles, hopes, and moans. To the miser and his gold, Where a song may come to life. To the shepherd and his fold, May his day be far from strife. For the tramp who has no label, Make the Yuletide flame relation. Let the lackey in the stable Raise his thoughts above his station. sta-tion. To the fathers, and the mothers, All the daughters, and the son. Yes, them, and all the others Pierce with gladness, everyone! So ring out! Ring out, Christmas bell, And tell all the earth the season. Let thy melodious pealings swell With good cheer as thy reason. 1 |