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Show ,a briaima$ Card fk BV PWIIlpi BmoIij Jk Cftc carib has grown old with ii$ M Durdcn of care, W M at lirl$,la$ it always is young, :, I Cne fteart or tbe ieivcl burns lustrous J and fair, Hnd Its soul fun or music bursts forth 4 on the air, j When the sona of the angels Is sung. 1 It Is coming, Old earth, it is coming tonight! On the snoiwiancs which cover thy sod , Che feet of the Christ-child fall gctui and white, Ji m t! of the ehrist-chlld tells i M will) flH8ht Cbat nianWttd are the children of Sol On the sad and the lonely, the wretched 1- . andpeor, Che voiccof the Christ-cbild shall rail; And to every Wind wanderer open the door ;, Of hope that he dared not to dream of ' before, J With a sunshine of welcome for all. Che feet o'f the humblest may walK in ; the field ' Ulhere the feet of the fioliest trod, Chls, then, is the marvel to mortals revealed : When the silvery trumpets of Christmas have pealed, Chat manKind are the children of God. 1 |