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I began to search my pockets, But scarcely a dime was there;But scanty as was the pittance, This stocking received its share.
For a longing seized upon me To gladden the heart of my boy,And I bought him some cakes and candy, And added a simple toy.
Then I knelt by this little stocking And sobbed out an earnest prayer,And arose with strength to wrestle And break from the tempter's snare.
And this faded, worn-out stocking, So pitiful once to see,Became the wedge that broke my chain, And a blessing brought to me.
Do you marvel then I prize it? When each darn and seam and holeIs linked with my soul's deliverance From the bondage of the bowl?
And to night my wife will tell you, Though I've houses, gold and land,He holds no treasure more precious Than this stocking in my hand.
