AT CHRISTMAS TIME.
At Christmas time the fields are white And hill and valley all bedight With snowy splendor, while on high ju, The black crows sail athwart the sky. Mourning for summer days gone by ;-hAt Christmas time. At Christmas time the air is chill And frozen lies the babbling rill; While sobbingly the trees make moan For leafy greenness once their own, For blossoms dead and birdlings flown At Christmas time. At Christmas time wo deck the hall With holly branches brave and tall, With sturdy pine and hemlock bright, And in the yule log's dancing light Wo tell old tales of field and fight At Christmas time. At Christmas time wo pile the board With flesh and fruit and vintage stored, And mid the laughter and the glow, We tread a measure soft and slow, And kiss beneath the mistletoe At Christmas time. ~. .jy O God, and Father of us all, .'.^ List to thy lowliest creature's call, Give of thy joy to high and low, Comfort the sorrowing in their woe, Make wars to cease and love to grow At Christmas time. Let not one heart bo sad today, May every child be glad and gay, Bless thou thy children great and small, In lowly hut or castle hall, And may each soul keep festival At Christmas time.
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New Zealand Mail, Issue 1106, 12 May 1893, Page 12
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221AT CHRISTMAS TIME. New Zealand Mail, Issue 1106, 12 May 1893, Page 12
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