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FOR CHRISTMAS.
Heap the logs and let the blaze
Crackle round their russet girth.
Fill to-day, of all your days,
With the merriest of mirth.
Life has cares enough, God knows,
Fate's demands are stern and drear;
Yet for one day banish woes;—
Christmas comes but once a year.
Crackle round their russet girth.
Fill to-day, of all your days,
With the merriest of mirth.
Life has cares enough, God knows,
Fate's demands are stern and drear;
Yet for one day banish woes;—
Christmas comes but once a year.
Draw the children round your knee,
Tell them, in the cosy room,
How Kris Kringle, quaint to see,
Issues from the chimney's gloom.
Share the happy games they play,
Give their little hearts glad cheer.
Love them with deep love to-day;—
Christmas comes but once a year.
Tell them, in the cosy room,
How Kris Kringle, quaint to see,
Issues from the chimney's gloom.
Share the happy games they play,
Give their little hearts glad cheer.
Love them with deep love to-day;—
Christmas comes but once a year.
Men and women, girls and boys,
Make to-day a precious gem,
Bright, with golden household joys,
As the Star of Bethlehem!
Wear upon your brows love's sign,
As Christ wore it, pure and clear;
Let your hidden goodness shine;—
Christmas comes but once a year.
Make to-day a precious gem,
Bright, with golden household joys,
As the Star of Bethlehem!
Wear upon your brows love's sign,
As Christ wore it, pure and clear;
Let your hidden goodness shine;—
Christmas comes but once a year.
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