CHRISTMAS-EVE IN THE SOUTH
'T is Christmas-eve, the moon shines bright,
The palm-trees wave, the water gleams,
The busy world is wrapped in sleep
And sweet forgetfulness and dreams.
The palm-trees wave, the water gleams,
The busy world is wrapped in sleep
And sweet forgetfulness and dreams.
On such a night—silent, serene,
'Mid drowsing flocks with snow-white fleece,
Some shepherds watched, with eager eyes,
The coming of the Prince of Peace.
'Mid drowsing flocks with snow-white fleece,
Some shepherds watched, with eager eyes,
The coming of the Prince of Peace.
Perhaps yon planet in the West
Shone down upon that wondrous Child,
The Home of peace and joy and rest,
All mirrored in His face so mild.
Shone down upon that wondrous Child,
The Home of peace and joy and rest,
All mirrored in His face so mild.
The three wise Kings from out the East,
Traversing mountain, field, and ford,
Perhaps were guided by that star
To the cradle of their Lord.
Traversing mountain, field, and ford,
Perhaps were guided by that star
To the cradle of their Lord.
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