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Show i The Christmas Spell ii i By FOLGER McKINSEY ijj ' 1 1 in St. Loai Globt-Dtmocrat ( ' 1 ATUHISPER in the house. A rumor through the rooms, The children quiet as a mouse, IDith cheeks as red as blooms. A titter on the stair, A smothered laugh, and then That wonderful and mustic air H?hen Christmas comes again. A slipping in at dusk IDith bundles to be hid, An odor of the cookies' music Deneath some closet's lid. A kindlier grace and glon, , A softer thought and speech, A dearer tpish to grow In closer loue for each, And this and these theu tell, Theu are the deathless sign-It sign-It is the Christmas spell in uoiir home and in mine. |