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Show Christmas I've. Dy Mary N, l'rescott. Chr talmas ere tho wide world over, And Christmas chlmea are aoundlng; Christmas trees their buds discover, With Christmas gifts abounding. The moonbeams on the snow-drifts shod Btrlke out a sudden aplendor; And all tbt heavenly fields art spread With starlight bright, yet tender. Tbt window-panes aro white wltt frost, In tracery ot flowers, Ilrlnglng again the summers lost To bloom through Christmas hours. O, happy night, whose blessed daya Acroas the agea shine, Lighting the darkness of our dsya With promises divine! |