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A Christmas Carol.

FOR HOLY INNOCENTS.

'Tis at Christmas time, when frost is out,
And the year is very old,
And icicles and snowdrifts make
This cold world seem more cold;
At Christmas time that He was born,
Who came that He might bring
All them that love Him to the Land
Of everlasting Spring.
'Tis at Christmas time, when holly shines
With green and prickly leaves,
And on its boughs a coronet
Of scarlet berries weaves,—

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At Christmas time we keep His feast
Who wore the robe of red,
Whereby the Martyr's blessed Crown
Alone is purchasèd.
'Tis at Christmas time, when all things seem
So very pure and bright,
And fields are sparkling with the frost,
And earth is spotless white:
At Christmas time his day comes round,
Who purity put on
As fields and trees their robe of snow,—
The Apostle, sweet S. John.
And at Christmas time is our own bright day,
When all those children dear
Who died for Christ went up on high
To begin a happier year;
Blest Innocents! like the flowers that now
In the ground so long have lain;
But surely, soon as April comes,
Shall wake and bloom again.