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Show Christmas Song In every babe that gains the light Through rack of human pain, In each new-breathing 60ul tonight The Christ-child lives again. In every drop of anguish, pressed From pallid woman's brow, . In every virgin mother-breast Ilia Mother whispers now. And wise men through the darkness dark-ness hie, Ix) 1 In the East a Star 1 0 little Chrisf who is to die Was your soul's journey far? Strange meteor wounds of death and birth Lighting an endless sea; A little child has come to earth And He must die for me I By Mary McNeil Fenollosa, in the Craftsman. HAPPY CHRISTMAS, Happy, happy Christmas that ran win us back to the delusions ol our childish days; that can recall to the old mnu the pleasures of It's yonlli; and transport the sailor and the traveler trav-eler thousands of miles 4Wfly, bade to his own fireside and his uult Imcie, Charles Dlckwi. |