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THE NIGHT BEFORE THANKSGIVING.
They come from all the winds that blow,
From mountain and from shore,
Dear faces that we love and know,
Around the fire once more.
From mountain and from shore,
Dear faces that we love and know,
Around the fire once more.
The fair locks wave, the voices thrill,
The sweet eyes fondly gleam,
Ah worth long days of lowering ill,
The rapture of the dream.
The sweet eyes fondly gleam,
Ah worth long days of lowering ill,
The rapture of the dream.
And sitting by that quiet fire,
What fairer faces glow,
To sate the baffled heart's desire,
That mocked it long ago.
What fairer faces glow,
To sate the baffled heart's desire,
That mocked it long ago.
The dead and gone, the living lost,
The faithless and the true,
The grave unseals its lips of frost,
The dead heart wakens too.
The faithless and the true,
The grave unseals its lips of frost,
The dead heart wakens too.
Sweet life, sad life! dear vanished years,
Ye come with smiles to-night;
The rainbow of those bitter tears,
That wept your weary flight.
Ye come with smiles to-night;
The rainbow of those bitter tears,
That wept your weary flight.
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Oh night detain thy gracious spell!
Thy lonely dawn delay:
They live too long and love too well,
Whose dreams can darken day!
Thy lonely dawn delay:
They live too long and love too well,
Whose dreams can darken day!
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