This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1862 Excerpt: ...is ever sweet, The force of love e'er strong, But fresher, brighter, stronger far, The holy Christmas Song. It may be, voices now are hush'd, It may be, eyes are dim, That once flash'd quick and bright to ours, To greet the Christmas Hymn. And, as the first " Adeste" falls Upon the straining ear, The sinking heart, the ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1862 Excerpt: ...is ever sweet, The force of love e'er strong, But fresher, brighter, stronger far, The holy Christmas Song. It may be, voices now are hush'd, It may be, eyes are dim, That once flash'd quick and bright to ours, To greet the Christmas Hymn. And, as the first " Adeste" falls Upon the straining ear, The sinking heart, the throbbing pulse, Tell of some lost one dear--And for a moment we are sad, And scarce may sing our song, As the Christmas Chime, and the Christmas Hynln, Float joyously along. An instant more, and it has gone--Our hearts grow full of love, As a golden light comes gleaming down In brightness from above. As cherished tongues are heard once more, The tongues of dear ones gone; E'en little children, praying still, "God bless us, every one." XVIII. On land, on sea, the Christmas Hymn Is still a welcome guest; It cometh like some angel glad, Or like some spirit blest. Though sorrow's cup be brimming o'er, It wakes a mournful smile; It makes us think of happier days, And childhood's merry time. And, as the smiling spring-time sun Doth shed its beaming rays, And speak of nought but blooming flowers, And merry joyous days: E'en so, the holy Christmas Hymn, Doth speak of nought but love; And scattering fragrance o'er the past, Still points us to above. And, still peal on, thou brave old chime, Go scatter peace and joy; Thou tellest of my father's love, His blessing on his boy--My Mother's dear familiar smile, And all the by-gone time; God speed thee, as thou hastest by, Thou dear old Christmas Chime. BALLAD. GOD BLESS US, EVERY ONE. THE CHRISTMAS PRAYER OF TINY TIM. "And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God bless us, every one." From the Christmas Carol--Dickens. fE was a little feeble child, And full of care and pain, But yet wit...
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