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CHRISTMAS 1929
Old Christmas with his magic spell
Is here again, good people all.
What? here again so soon? I' faith
He's caught our craze maniacal,
And hastening round at headlong speed
Knocks at the door, and cries us—Heed!
Is here again, good people all.
What? here again so soon? I' faith
He's caught our craze maniacal,
And hastening round at headlong speed
Knocks at the door, and cries us—Heed!
Well, let him in for just awhile,
And just awhile, if so may be,
From fierce excitements turn aside
That claim our thoughts insistently:
Old are his wares no doubt, and worn,
Still here he stands this winter's morn.
And just awhile, if so may be,
From fierce excitements turn aside
That claim our thoughts insistently:
Old are his wares no doubt, and worn,
Still here he stands this winter's morn.
Hark! he but sings “Adeste,” or
“While shepherds watched their flocks by night,”
Or the picture shows of a Mother and Child—
Nor songs, nor show, are hardly quite
To date: and yet they touch somehow,
And set our vibrant nerves aglow.
“While shepherds watched their flocks by night,”
Or the picture shows of a Mother and Child—
Nor songs, nor show, are hardly quite
To date: and yet they touch somehow,
And set our vibrant nerves aglow.
And when the Old Man's visit's done,
And we're off once more i' the world's maze,
Perchance a thought springs now and again—
These new-fledged boastful triumphs and ways,
At their own count shall they be taken?
Past visions, dreams, beliefs forsaken?
And we're off once more i' the world's maze,
Perchance a thought springs now and again—
These new-fledged boastful triumphs and ways,
At their own count shall they be taken?
Past visions, dreams, beliefs forsaken?
Ah! that's for a Prophet's voice to say—
But come you in, Old Christmas Day,
The nonce, and Welcome!
But come you in, Old Christmas Day,
The nonce, and Welcome!
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