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A Christmas Thought, 1903
When disembodied spirits in far spheres
We turn our thought to that old home on earth,
Shall we forget the day that brought us mirth
In childhood, filled with hope our later years?
Will not the sound of carols haunt our ears,
The children's laughter round the blazing hearth,
The chime of bells that told the Saviour's birth—
Those mellow bells along the starlit meres?
We turn our thought to that old home on earth,
Shall we forget the day that brought us mirth
In childhood, filled with hope our later years?
Will not the sound of carols haunt our ears,
The children's laughter round the blazing hearth,
The chime of bells that told the Saviour's birth—
Those mellow bells along the starlit meres?
Ah! yes, but once we shall remember came
Jarring our Christmas joy, a bitter cry—
“Come o'er and help!” The Macedonian stood
A spectre, naked, gaunt and marred with blood;
We saw and heard, but put the vision by
Though all the land was ringing with Christ's name!
Jarring our Christmas joy, a bitter cry—
“Come o'er and help!” The Macedonian stood
A spectre, naked, gaunt and marred with blood;
We saw and heard, but put the vision by
Though all the land was ringing with Christ's name!
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