New Year’s Eve.
The night was wild and stormy, The morn is cold and gray,And good church bells are ringing, Christ’s circumcision day.
And holy men were praying In many a holy place;And little children’s angels Sing songs before his face.
In her scant and tattered garment, With her back against the wall;She sitteth cold and rigid, She answers not their call;
They have lifted her up fearfully, They shuddered as they said,“It was a bitter, bitter night, The child is frozen dead.”
The angels sang their greeting, For one more redeemed from sin;Men said, “It was a bitter night, Would no one let her in?”
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