 | In memory of W. V.: William Canton |  |
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SANTA CLAUS
Wee Flaxen-poll and Golden-head,
They both are sleeping, rosy-red;
And loving hands that make no noise
Have filled each stocking full of toys.
They both are sleeping, rosy-red;
And loving hands that make no noise
Have filled each stocking full of toys.
Oh, think!—unslumbering and forlorn,
Perchance one little Babe new-born
Lies wondering that we never saw
Him too, in spirit, in the straw.
Perchance one little Babe new-born
Lies wondering that we never saw
Him too, in spirit, in the straw.
| In memory of W. V.: William Canton | |