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THE CHRISTMAS BIRD
The fold at midnight
Was light as the moon,
And in a tree a birdie bright
Sang still the gladdest tune.
Was light as the moon,
And in a tree a birdie bright
Sang still the gladdest tune.
With wings of gold sheen,
And gold head and hood,
He was the fairest bird, I ween,
That ever sang in wood.
And gold head and hood,
He was the fairest bird, I ween,
That ever sang in wood.
He sang sweet and low
He sang loud and shrill;
Above the stable in the snow,
The Star stood still.
He sang loud and shrill;
Above the stable in the snow,
The Star stood still.
The shepherd swains said then—
Each fell on his knee—
That was the very sweetest strain
Was ever sung in tree.
Each fell on his knee—
That was the very sweetest strain
Was ever sung in tree.
Are many birds in bower
With many a dulcet song;
But none like him who sang that hour
The Christmas boughs among.
With many a dulcet song;
But none like him who sang that hour
The Christmas boughs among.
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