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Show j The Song of Christmas S Br i JAMES fVHITCOMB RILEY V CHANT me a rhyme of Christmas And though it ia filled with laughter, laugh-ter, let it be pure and strong. Sing of the hearts brimmed over with the Btory of the day Of the echo of childish voices that will not die away. Of the blare of the tasseled bugle, and of the timeless clatter and beat Of the drum that throbs to muster squadrons of scampering feet. But, O, let your voice fall fainter, till, blent with a minor tone, Tou temper your song with the beauty of the pity Christ has Bhown. And sing one verse for the voiceless; and yet ere the song be done, A verse for the ears that hear not, and a verse for the sightless one. For though it be time for singing a merry Christmas glee, Let a low, sweet voice of pathos run through the melody. |