This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1911 edition. Excerpt: ...seek the tenements where sleep the babies on the floor, Where rags are stuffed in broken panes to keep the wind away, And where a warm and cozy room is never known today; For even there I know I 'd find hung up the stockings small As signs that they expected me on Christmas Eve to call. If only I were ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1911 edition. Excerpt: ...seek the tenements where sleep the babies on the floor, Where rags are stuffed in broken panes to keep the wind away, And where a warm and cozy room is never known today; For even there I know I 'd find hung up the stockings small As signs that they expected me on Christmas Eve to call. If only I were Santa Claus I 'd pass the mansions, by And seek the cold and cheerless homes where pale-faced youngsters lie; And as they slept I 'd pause a while and bending low, I 'd kiss The lips of every little tot--not one of them I 'd miss; And then I 'd fill their stockings full of toys and sugar plums, And leave them sleighs and skates and dolls and Teddy bears and drums. I would not pass a cottage by, but I would try to be A Santa Claus to every tot who still has faith in me. If only I were Santa Claus--I 'd make the mothers glad, The dear, hard-working mothers who at Christmas time are sad; The kind and patient mothers who rock their babes to sleep, And through the lonely hours of night sob bitterly and weep. They see their precious little ones half clad and hungry, too, Knowing the sorrow that must come to them when night is through; To every mother's face I 'd bring the smiles once more, and we Would spend a while together at her babies' Christmas tree. What a woman does n't know about her neighbors she soon finds out. A LIFE WEE bit of sorrow And sadness and pain, But sunshine tomorrow And laughter again. Some frowning, some sighing, A wee bit of woe, With tears quickly drying,5! Thus Heavenward we go. Some strife and resentment, But far in the West The Vale of Contentment, The Haven of Rest. THE TEMPTERS EVERY gentle breeze that's blowing is a tempter very knowing, For it penetrates my armor in its weakest, thinnest spot; Though I strive each...
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