 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
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A SONG FOR YULE
I
Sing, Hey, when the time rolls round this way,And bells peal out, 'Tis Christmas Day!
The world is better then by half,
For joy, for joy:
In a little while you will see it laugh—
For a song's to sing and a glass to quaff,
My boy; my boy.
So here 's to the man who never says nay!—
Sing, Hey, a song of Christmas Day!
II
Sing, Ho, when roofs are white with snow,And homes are hung with mistletoe:
Old Earth is not half bad, I wis—
What cheer! what cheer!
How it ever seemed sad the wonder is—
With a gift to give and a girl to kiss,
My dear; my dear.
So here 's to the girl who never says no!
Sing, Ho, a song of the mistletoe!
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III
No thing in the world to the heart seems wrongWhen the soul of a man walks out with song;
Wherever they go, glad hand in hand,
And glove in glove,
The round of the land is rainbow-spanned,
And the meaning of life they understand
Is love; is love.
Let the heart be open, the soul be strong,
And life will be glad as a Christmas song.
| The poems of Madison Cawein | |