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CHRISTMAS EVE
All night long the pine-trees wait,
Dark heads bowed in solemn state,
Wondering what may be the fate
Of Little Norway Spruce.
Dark heads bowed in solemn state,
Wondering what may be the fate
Of Little Norway Spruce.
Did they take him for his good?—
Gallant little tree that stood
Only lately in the wood—
Little Norway Spruce!
Gallant little tree that stood
Only lately in the wood—
Little Norway Spruce!
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Gone the pretty tree so trim,
Lithe was he, and strong of limb!
All the pines were proud of him,—
Little Norway Spruce.
Lithe was he, and strong of limb!
All the pines were proud of him,—
Little Norway Spruce.
That night the lonely little tree
In the dark stood patiently,
Far away from forest free,
Little Norway Spruce.
In the dark stood patiently,
Far away from forest free,
Little Norway Spruce.
Chained and laden, but intent
On the pines his thoughts were bent;
They might tell him what it meant,
Little Norway Spruce!
On the pines his thoughts were bent;
They might tell him what it meant,
Little Norway Spruce!
Morning came. The children. “See!
Oh, our glorious Christmas-tree!”
Gifts for every one had he;—
Happy Norway Spruce!
Oh, our glorious Christmas-tree!”
Gifts for every one had he;—
Happy Norway Spruce!
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