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CHRISTMAS DREAMS.
As I sit to-night I'm dreaming,
While the moonlight's brightly beaming
And the stars keep watch above me,
For my heart is light and free.
Now a vision comes before me,
And a joy is stealing o'er me,
As in dreams I see my stocking
Hanging 'neath the mantle tree.
While the moonlight's brightly beaming
And the stars keep watch above me,
For my heart is light and free.
Now a vision comes before me,
And a joy is stealing o'er me,
As in dreams I see my stocking
Hanging 'neath the mantle tree.
Now my mother comes before me,
And is lightly bending o'er me—
Looks to see if I am sleeping,
So that Santa Claus may come.
She stoops to kiss me fondly,
While things grow dim around me,
And I'm far away in dreamland,
While she softly leaves the room.
And is lightly bending o'er me—
Looks to see if I am sleeping,
So that Santa Claus may come.
She stoops to kiss me fondly,
While things grow dim around me,
And I'm far away in dreamland,
While she softly leaves the room.
In the morning, quickly waking,
While my heart with joy is quaking,
As I wonder if Old Santa
Could have coldly passed me by;
Oh! what happy, blissful feeling
To my raptured sight revealing,
As a world of Santa's goodies
Greet my eager, watching eye.
While my heart with joy is quaking,
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Could have coldly passed me by;
Oh! what happy, blissful feeling
To my raptured sight revealing,
As a world of Santa's goodies
Greet my eager, watching eye.
Now I wake—'twas only dreaming—
And the thoughts so blissful seeming
Pass away in gloomy shadows,
And the world seems dark and cold;
Mother's gone from earthly sorrow,
In the sweet and bright to-morrow
Where, an angel fair, she's watching
O'er the lambs of Heaven's fold.
And the thoughts so blissful seeming
Pass away in gloomy shadows,
And the world seems dark and cold;
Mother's gone from earthly sorrow,
In the sweet and bright to-morrow
Where, an angel fair, she's watching
O'er the lambs of Heaven's fold.
In this world there still is grieving
I, her child, must be relieving,
While the pealing bells of Christmas,
Chiming on the evening air,
Bring sweet joy to hearts now breaking,
Help the downcast and forsaken,
Tell the bruised and the bleeding
That the world is still so fair.
I, her child, must be relieving,
While the pealing bells of Christmas,
Chiming on the evening air,
Bring sweet joy to hearts now breaking,
Help the downcast and forsaken,
Tell the bruised and the bleeding
That the world is still so fair.
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