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Show AN UNSENT LETTER. flHI 'T is ChrlBtihatf Ev$ and all the world is gay Hfl From church to hovel, mirth is in the air H And priest in touoh with peasant, not by prayer flH Or fjist, tonight, but feast and roundelay. H The very stars in heaven seem to say Bj "Peace and good will"; and yet I hardlv dare Hj Thjnk of you, dear, much less ask how you faro. jH Poorer (.han peasant, I, this holiday. H His jubigs clasp my throat, his orchids bloom. H Listen! I hear his step upon the stair. H No longer, ove, can I myself deceive, I'd give up all for one dim-lighted room With holly, verse, and you to touch my hair. M But you can't know, and this is Christmas H Eve! lH Carrie Foote Weeks In Exchange. j |
