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CHRISTMAS EVE.
'
IS Christmas Eve! Each cottage hearth
Now glows with cheerful light,
And laughter loud, and sounds of mirth,
Merrily ring to-night;
Alike from hut and hall the voice
Of care and woe departs,
And round the cheering blaze rejoice
Right happy hearts.
IS Christmas Eve! Each cottage hearthNow glows with cheerful light,
And laughter loud, and sounds of mirth,
Merrily ring to-night;
Alike from hut and hall the voice
Of care and woe departs,
And round the cheering blaze rejoice
Right happy hearts.
For though a Wintry veil around
The dying year is cast,
And frost in silent chains hath bound
The streamlet and the blast,
Yet smiles as bright as Summer wore,
Each sunlit brow adorn,
And young hearts leap to greet once more
The Christmas morn.
The dying year is cast,
And frost in silent chains hath bound
The streamlet and the blast,
Yet smiles as bright as Summer wore,
Each sunlit brow adorn,
And young hearts leap to greet once more
The Christmas morn.
For now it is that loved ones come,
Their native hearth to cheer,
And wanderers seek the distant home,
To memory still most dear:
Their native hearth to cheer,
And wanderers seek the distant home,
To memory still most dear:
