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CHRISTMAS FARE FOR THE BIRDS.
Thanking the God of Harvest we adornThe pillars of His House with flowers and leaves,
And on His Table lay our votive sheaves.
The garlands wither, but we store the corn,
A bounty for the birds on Christmas morn.
Thus, when the icy hand of Winter weaves
Its wreaths of snow, and decorates our eaves
With ornaments fantastic and forlorn;
The sheaves we gave to God we give again
To feed the birds which live beneath His eye,
Raising upon a pole the mystic grain,
Round which a hundred wings hover and fly;
While to the God of Grace ascends on high
From men and birds a grateful Christmas strain.
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