The Poetical Works of Laman Blanchard With a Memoir by Blanchard Jerrold |
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CHRISTMAS ALWAYS.
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CHRISTMAS ALWAYS.
A street cry is heard—the voice of an Earth-spirit.
‘Christmas comes but once a year!’
—Who so sings of Christmas here?
CHILD—Who so sings of Christmas here?
Christmas comes back every year;
Where goes Christmas, father dear?
Why not let sweet Christmas stay,
Keeping Christmas day by day!
Since the blaze will always spread,
Since the berry's always red,
Since this blue flame's always bright,
Should not hearts be always light!
Where goes Christmas, father dear?
Why not let sweet Christmas stay,
Keeping Christmas day by day!
Since the blaze will always spread,
Since the berry's always red,
Since this blue flame's always bright,
Should not hearts be always light!
CRY
‘Christmas comes but once a year!’
—Sing not so of Christmas dear!
—Sing not so of Christmas dear!
FATHER
From the heart when Christmas flies,
Want and avarice, fear and lies,
Hold their place, with toil and pain,
Until Christmas comes again!
Going—coming!—yet while you,
Loving earth, to heaven are true;
Count three hundred sixty-five,
So many days shall Christmas thrive!
Want and avarice, fear and lies,
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Until Christmas comes again!
Going—coming!—yet while you,
Loving earth, to heaven are true;
Count three hundred sixty-five,
So many days shall Christmas thrive!
CRY
‘Christmas comes but once a year!’
—Truth, sweet truth, oh, sing it clear!
—Truth, sweet truth, oh, sing it clear!
OLD MAN
Once a year its bounty floweth,
Hither, hither—once it goeth.
Once it comes to bless us all,
Once, and makes no second call.
Why! because each spirit fine
Keeps its Christmas always! Mine
Ends at twelve o'clock—no more—
On December twenty-four!
Ever here, oh! ever here!
Christmas time is all the year!
Hither, hither—once it goeth.
Once it comes to bless us all,
Once, and makes no second call.
Why! because each spirit fine
Keeps its Christmas always! Mine
Ends at twelve o'clock—no more—
On December twenty-four!
Ever here, oh! ever here!
Christmas time is all the year!
1845.
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