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Show The Trcfdesiy. This Is the tinsel season, A glitter for youthful eyes, Nobody knows the reason, All is a vain surmise. "Peace and good will," they're singing, Peace and good will to whom The troubled earth in its drear, and dearth, In its ermine shroud of gloom? s This is the fine delusion, A bauble for babies' sight; This is the heart's contusion And never a hopeful light. The Christmas bells are ringing Unmindful of mortal grief; f) For a day at least, there is drink and feast, BUt' Time is a daring thief. Mockery; king or vagrant, Wrap't In his myriad throes, Chanting a falsehood flagrant Of peace to his fellow foes.; Travesty, world-wide winging, That carols a siren song, From a phantom sea, to you and me And the rest of the driven throng. TOD GOODWIN. i |