Show I The Lone YuleTide YuleTidc Where spend yo the eve of the Holy Ones birth Oh child who hast wandered away from my hearth Tho Joy of the Christmastide fills all tho earth Where pass yo tho Yule of the year There stands a lono fir In the fold of tho dead Bedecked with frost tinsel bcsldo thy white bed u For candles the glint of tho stars over head But still is thy chamber and drear I one of yon stars could but guide mo to theew culd f gide Id follow Its beams to tho uttermost sea Id hang thee my sifts on some Paradise tree I I Death would but let mo ancor O mother of Christ by tho lovo that yo boro The Bethlehem babe o by tho Christ ye adote Oh find ye my motherless child I Implore Im-plore And give her thy loves Christmas cheer Harpers Weekly |