Sing thou in rapture this dear morn
Whereon the blessed Prince is born!

Oh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul,
And close thine eyes in dreaming

"This must be the house where the prince will stop,"
thought Barbara

Share thou this holy time with me,
The universal hymn of love

"Nestle down close, fold your hands, and shut your dear
eyes!"

"They are killing me!" cried the tree





CHRISTMAS
TALES AND
CHRISTMAS
VERSE




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