TITE SUNDAY OKEGOXIAX, PORTLAND, DECEMBER 2X 1908.
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Silver Hen and the Wonderful ChristmasTrees
DAM!-; DOROTHEA PEN NT kept a
pr.vite- school. It was quite &
small sehool on accourt of the
size (if her houi.e. She had only 12
.,ol.irs and they filled It quite full;
indeed, one very iitlb boy had to sit
la the hricl oven. On this account
Dame Penny wan obliged to do all her
cooking on a Saturday, when school
did not keep.
It was on a Thursday that Dame
Fenny first missed her 'silver lien,
whose feathers looked exactly as If
they had been dipped In liquid silver.
TvYhan the scholars assembled she called
the school to order and told them of
Willi fruit by tha next Christmas day.
Every ' Lliristmas day they were cut
down and sold, but they always grew
acnn to their full height in a year's time.
These trees, when lti full fruitage, were
festouiied with strings of popcorn, and
weighed down with apples and oranfes
and tim and buns of candy, and It was
really an amazing sight to see them out
there in Dame Louisa's front yard. But
now they were all yellow and dead, and
not so much as one popcorn whitened the
upper branches, neither was there one
candle shining out In the night.
Dame Louisa looked at her dead
Christmas trees and scowled. She could
fee the children out In the road, and they
were trudging along In the direction of
the "White Woods. "Let em go." (The
screamed and looked for tile owner of It.
He loomed up among some bushes at
their right. He was dazzling white It
was the real Snow Man. They knew
him In a moment; he looked so much like
his effigies that they used to make In
their yards.
"We don't keep any bens," repeated the
Snow Man. "What are you calling hens
for In this forest?"
The children huddled together as clos?
as they could, and the oldest boy ex
plained. "Well," said the Snow Man, "I haven't
seen the silver hen. I never did see any
hens In these woods, but she may be
around here for all that. You had better
go home with me and spend the night.
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Cbhtl axiio. TJt i ,watt!
Jher terrible loss. All the scholars
crookfil their arms over thrl- faces and
wept, for they were very fond of Dame
Fenny, nnd also of the silver hen.
Every one of them wore one of her
liver tail feathers In the best bonnet
or hat, as the case might be. Dame
Fenny had presented them from time
to time as rewards for good behavior.
' After Dame Penny had told the
school, she dismissed It. and rave her
rmplls permission to search for the
silver hen. She offered the successful
one the most beautiful present lie had
ever seen. It was about three weeks
before Christmas.
The children searched with no suc
cess till the day before Christmas.
Then tl.ey thought they would ask
Fame Ixniisa. who had the refutation
of being quite a wise woman and lived
next door. If she knew of any more
likely places In which they could hunt
The 1 2 scholars walked two by two
up to Dame Louisa's front door and
knocked. They were very quiet and
spoke only in whispers, because they
knew Damo Iulsa, was nervous, and
did not like children very well. But in
spite of their efforts to be quiet they
awoke her from a nap, and she came
to the door very much out of humor.
"I don't know where you'll find the
;ien." said she peevishly, "unless you
go to the White Woods for It."
"Thank you. ma'am." said the chil
dren with curtseys, and they all turned
lend went down the path between the
dead Christmas trees.
Dame Louisa had no Idea that they
would no to tho White Woods. She
iiad said it quite at random, although
lane was so vexed at being disturbed in
.er napathat she wished for a moment
ft hat they would. She stood In her
;front door and looked at her dead
iChrlstmas trees, and that always made
itier feel crosser, and she had not at any
lime a pleasant disposition. Indeed. It
iwaa rumored among the townspeople
Lthat that had blasted her Cnristmas
trees, that Dame Ixiuisa's scolding,
.-fretting- voice had floated out to them
end smote their delicate twigs like a
Utter frost and made them turn yel
Ilow; for the real Christmas tree la
.not very hardy.
i No one els in the village ot tied any
tuch tree, alive or dead. Daioe Louisa's
;hulAnd. who had been a sea captain,
;jid brought them from foreign parts.
JThey were mere little twigs when they
jilanted them on the ft rat day of January,
'but they were full-grown and loaded
snapped to herself. "I guess they won't
go far. I'll be r.ld of their noise, any
way." She could hear poor Dame Penny's
distressed voice out In her yard, calling
"Biddy, Biddy. Biddy." .and she scowled
n-ore fiercely than ever. "I'm glad she'e
lost her old sliver hen," she muttered
to herself. She had always suspected the
sliver hen of pecking at the roots of the
Christmas trees, and so causing them to
blast.
Dame Louisa had a very wise book,
which she had consulted to find the rea
son for the death of her Chrkstmas trees,
but all she could find In it waa one short
item, which did not satisfy her at alL
"Christmas trees Very delicate when
transplanted, especially sensitive and lia
ble to blast at any change In the moral
atmosphere. Remedy: Discover and
confess the cause."
After reading this. Dame Louisa was
always positive that Dame Penny's sil
ver hen was at the' root of the mischief,
for she knew that she herself akad never
done anything to hurt the trees.
Dame Penny waa so occupied in call
ing "Biddy. Biddy, Biddy," that she
never noticed the children taking the
road toward the White Woods. If she
had done so, she would have stopped
them, for the White Woods was con
sidered a dangerous place. It was called
white because it was always white, even
In midsummer. The trees and bushes
and all the undergrowth every flower
and blade of grass were white with snow
and frost all the year round. Nobody
had penetrated very fur Into the White
Woods, although many expeditions had
been organlxed for that uprpose. The
cold was so terrible that ft drove them
back.
The children had heard all about the
terrors of the White Woods. When they
drew near It, they took hold of one an
other's hands and snuggled as closely to
gether .as possible. When they struck
Into the path at the entrance, the In
tense cold turned their cheeks and noses
blue In a moment, but they kept on. call
ing "Biddy. Biddy, Biddy," In their shrll'
sweet trebles.
It was quite late In the afternoon when
they started, and pretty soon the sun
went down and the moon arose, and that
made It seem colder. It was like trav
eling through a forest of solid silver
then. About two hours after the moon
arose, as they were creeping along. .
singular, hoarse voice replied suddenly
"We don't keep any hens," said the
voice, and all the children jttqiped and
f
(aive me back ray companyiioated the .snow man
My wife will be delighted to see you. We
have never had any company in our lives,
and she Is always scolding about It."
The children looked at one another and
shook harder then they had done with
cold. With that the Snow Man gelled
the right ear of the oldest boy between a
finger and thumb and danced him along,
and all the rest, trembling and whimper
ing under their breath, followed.
It was not long before they reached
the Snow Man's house, a castle built of
blocks of ice fitted together like bricks,
and with two. splendid snow lions keeping
guard at the entrance. The Snow Man's
wife stood In the door, and the Snow
Children stood behind her and peeped
around her skirts.
"We have some company, wife,"
shouted the Snow Man.
"Bring them right in," said his wlfo,
with a beaming face. She was very
handsome, and wore a trailing white
robe, like a Queen. She kissed the
children all around, and shivers crept
down their backs, for it was like being
kissed by an Icicle.
"Now," said the Snow Man's wife,
"come right in and sit down where it
is cool you look very hot."
"Hot!" when the poor scholars were
quUe stiff with cold! They looked at
one another In dismay, but did not dare
say anything. They followed the Snow
Man's wife into her grand parlor.
"Come right over here by the north
window, where It is cooler," siild she.
"and the children shall brinff you some
fans."
The tioor children, fanning them
selves, on an Ice divan, wobld certainly
have frozen if the Snow Man's wife had
not suggested that they all have a little
iraine of "nuss-in-the-corner to wnne
away the time before dinner. That
warmed them up a little, but the Snow
Man's wife siODued the play a little oe
fore dinner was announced: she said
the guests looked so warm that siie
waa alarmed and was afraid they might
melt.
A whistle, that sounded just like the
whistle of the north wind in the chim
ney, blew for dinner, and Dame Penny's
scholars thought with delight that now
they would have something warm. But
every dish on the Snow Man's table was
cold and frozen, and the Snow Man s
wife kept urging them to eat this and
that, because it was so nice and cool
ing, and they looked so warm.
After dinner they were colder than
ever, and they were glad wnen tne
Snow Man's wife suggested that they
go to bed, for they had visions or warm
blankets and comfortables. But wnen
they were shown Into the great north
chamber, with Its walls of solid ice, its
Ice floor and its Ice beds, their hearts
sank. Not a blanket nor comfortable
was to be seen; there were great silk
bags stuffed with snowflakes Instead
of feathers on tha beds, and that was
11.
They were frantic with cold and ter
ror, and the little ones began to cry.
Thev talked over the situation and
agreed that they had better wait until
the house was quiet and then run away.
So they waited until they thought
everybody must be asleep, and then
cautiously stole toward the door. It
was locked fast on the outside. The
Snow Man's wife had slipped an Icicle
through the latch.
It seemed as If they must freer.e to
death before morning. But it occurred
to some of the older ones that they
had beard their parents say that snow
was really warm, and people had been
kept warm and alive by burrowing; un
der snowdrifts. And as there were
enough snowflake beds to use for cover
lids also, they crept under them and
were soon, quite comfortable.
In the meantime there was a great
panic in the village; the children's par
ents were nearly wild. They came run
ning to Dame Penny, hut she was call
ing "Biddy, Biddy. Biddy," out In the
moonlight, and knew nothing about
them. Then they called outside Dame
Louisa's window, hut she pretended to
be asleep and not hear them, although
she was really awake and in a terrible
panic.
She did not tell the parents how the
children had gone to the White Woods,
because she knew that they could not
extricate them from the difficulty as
well as she could herself. She knew
all about the Snow Man and his wife
and how very anxious they were to
have company. t
So Just as soon as the parents were
gone she dressed herself, harnessed her
old white horse Into the great box
sleigh, got out all the tubs and pails
that she had In the house and went
over to Dame Penny, , who was still
standing out in her front yard calling
the silver hen and the children by
turns.
"Come, Dame Penny," said Dame
Louisa. "I want you to go with me to
the White Woods and rescue the chil
dren. Bring out all the'tubs and pails
you have in the house, and we will
pump them full of water."
' The palls full of water what for?"
gasped Dume Penny.
"To thaw them out." replied Dame
Louisa. "They will very likely e
wholly or partly frozen, and I have al
ways heard that cold water was the
only remedy to use."
Dame Penny said no more. Site
brought out all her tubs and pails, and
they pumped them, and Dame Louisa's
full of water, and packed them Into the
sleigh there were 12 of them. Then
they climbed into the seat, slapped the
reins over the hack of the old white
horse and started oft for the White
Woods. .
On the way Dame Louisa wept and
confessed what she had done to Dame
Penny. "I have been a cross, selfish, old
woman," said she, "and I think that Is
velocity. Dame Louisa whipped up the i "Oh! what is that twinkling out In the
horse, but the Snow Man gained on them, j yard?" cried the children.
"Oh!" shrieked Dame Penny, "what shall They could all see little fairy-like
we do. what shall we do?" I lights twinkling out in Dante luisa's
"Be quiet," said Dame Louisa. She
untied her large poke bonnet, which was
made of straw she was unable to have
a velvet one for Winter, now her Christ
mas trees were dead and she hung it
on the whip. Then she drew a mutch
from her pocket, and set fire to the bon
net. The light labile blazed up directly,
anil the Snow Man stopped short. "If
you come any nearer," shrieked D;iin
Louisa, "I'll put this right in your lace
and -melt you !"
"Give me back my company," shouted
the Snow Man.
"You can't have your company." said
Dame Louisa, shaking the blazing bonnet
defiantly at him.
"To think of the days I've spent in
their wards, slowly melting and suffering
everything, and my not having one visit
back," grumbled the Snow Man. But he
stood still; he never took a step forward
yard.
"It looks Just as the Chrislinas trees
used to," aid Dume Penny.
i "oh! 1 can't believe It." cried Dame
Louisa, her heart heating wildly.
But when they came opposite I lie yard,
they saw that It was true. Dame oLuisa's
Christmas trees stood there all twinkling
with lights, and covered with trailing gar
lands of pop-corn, or.-mivs. apples and
candy hags; their . yellow branches had
turned green and t lie Christmas trees
were in full glory.
"Oh! what is that shining so out In
Dame Penny's yard?"' cried the children,
who were entirely Thawed, und only need
ed to gel heme to their parents and have
some warm breakfast, ant" Christmas
presents, to lie quite themselves. "Bid
dy, Biddy. Biddy." cried Dame Penny.
It was. indeed, the silver hen, and fol
lowing her were VI little silver chickens.
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FBtOtwn ROOT WITH MILK MtO MOITBT.
I witt. inss rotia looor emit.
the rposon why my Christmas trees were
blasted." Dame Louisa drove straight to
the Snow Man's nous?, where she left
Dame Penny to bold the horses, and went
in; the outer door was not loiiced. When
she came to the door with the icicle
through tlie latch she knew at once that
the children were In that room, so she
drew out the icicle and entered. The
children were asleep, but she aroused
them, and they got out of the house
without disturbing any of the family; but,
once out, a new difficulty beset them. The
children had been so nearly warm under
their snowfiake bds that they began to
freeze the minute the Icy air struck
them. .
But Dame Louisa promptly seized them
and put them into the tubs and pails of
water. Then they started off for home at
full speed.
But It was not long before they discov
ered that they were pursued. They
heard the hoarse voice of the Snow Man
behind them calling to them to stop.
"What are you taking away my corn-
many lor? shouted the Snow Man.
"Stop, stop!"
The wind was at the back of the Snow
Man, and he came with tremendous
after Dame Louisa had set her bonnet on
lire.
"Do you feel as it you were thawing?"
Darne Louisa asked the children, after
they had left the Snow Man behind.
"Yes, ma'am," said they.
Dame Louisa drove as fast as
could, with thankful tears running down
her cheeks. "I've been a wickeil, cross
old woman," said she again and again,
"and that Is what blasted my Christmas
trees."
It was the dawn of Christmas Day
when they came in sjght of Dame
Louisa's house.
they saw that it was true. Dnme Louisa's
barn and nobody had known It until she
appeared on Christmas morning witli
her brood of silver chickens.
"T'.very scholar shall have one of the
silver chickens for a Christmas present."
said Dame Puny.
"And each shall have one of my Christ
mas trees." said Dame Louisa.
Then all the scholars cried out with
delight, the Christmas bells In the vil
lage began to ring, the sun shone broad
ly out and it was a merry Christmas
Day."
(Copyright. 1SSS. D. Lothrop & Co.)
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Most Expensive Tree on Earth
SANTA, must I teas In vain, dear? tet m go and hold
the reindeer.
While you elamber flown ths chimneys. Don't look savage
as a Turk!
Why should you have all the glory the Joyous Christmas story.
And poor little Goody Santa Claus have nothing but the work?
It would b so very cozy, you and I. all round and rosy.
Looking like two loving snowballs In our fuw Arctic fun.
Tucked In warm and snug together, whisking through ths
j- Winter weather.
Where the tinkle of th slelghbells Is the only sound that stirs.
Tou Jcit sit here anB grow chubby off ths goodies In my cubby
From December to December, till your white beard sweeps
your knees;
7or you must allow, my goodman, that you're but a laxy wood
man And roly on me to foster all our fruitful Christmas Tress.
While your Salntihlp waxes holy, year by year, and roly-poly.
Blessed by all the lads and lassies In the limits of th land.
While your toes at home you're toasting, then poor Goody mull
go posting
Out to plant and prune and garden, whsre our flr-tree forests
stand.
Oh! but when the toll Is sorest how I love our fir-tree forest.
Heart of light and heart of beauty In tha Northland cold and
dim.
And with gifts and candles laden to delight a boy or maiden,
And Its dark green branches ever murmuring the Christmas
hymn!
Yet ask Jack Frost, our neighbor, who but Goody has the labor.
Feeding roots with milk and' honey that the bonbons may be
aweett
Who but Goody knows the reason why the playthings bloom In
season
From the time the dollies budded, wiry-boned and sawdust-,
blooded.
With their wsxen eyelids winking when the wind the tree
tops piled.
And the ripening toys and "trinkets rattle gaily to her feet!
Have I rested for a minute, until now your pack has 1n It
All the bright, abundant harvest of the merry Christmastime?
Santa, wouldn't It be pleasant to surprise me with a present?
And this ride behind the reindeer Is the gift your Goody bevs;
Think how hard my extra work la. tending the Thanksgiving
turkeys
And our flock of rainbow chickens those that lay the Easter
eggs. Home to womankind is suited f ' Nonsense, Goodman 1 Let our
fruited .
Orchards answer for the value' of a woman out-of-doors.
Why then bid me cease the thunder, while tho roof you're
safely under.
All to fashion firecrackers with the lightning In their course?
Eee! I've fetched my snowAake bonnet, with the sunrise ribbons
on it;
I've not worn It since we fled from Fairyland our wedding day;
Hjw we sped through Iceberg porches with the Northern Lights
for torches!
Tou were young and slender. Santa, and we had this very
- sleigh.
Jump In quick, th-snl Thafs my bonny. Hey down derry; nonny
nonny! ,
While I tie your fur cap closer, 1-wltl kiss your ruddy chin.
I'm so pleased I fall to singing Just as lelgh-bellt take to
ringing!
Are the cloud.-spua laprobes ready? TIrra-llrral tuck me in.
Oft across the starlight Norland, where no plant adorns the
moorland.
Save the ruby-berried holly and the frolic mistletoe!
Oh I but this Is Christmas revel. Off across the frosted level
Where the reindeer's hoofs strike sparks from tha crispy,
crackling snow I
There's the Man 1' the Mooa before ua, bound "to lead the
Christmas chorus
With the muslo of the sky-waves rippling round his sliver
shell
Glimmering boat that leans and tarries with the weight of
dreams she carries
To tbe cots of happy children. Gentle sailor, steer her well!
Now we pass through dusky portals to the drowsy land of
mortals;
tSnow-enfnlded, silent cities etretch about us dim and far.
Oh! how sound the world Is sleeping, midnight watch no shep
herd keeping.
Though an angel-face shines gladly down from every golden
star.
Here's a roof. I'll hold the reindeer. I suppose this woather
vane dear.
Some one set here Just on purpose for our team to fasten to.
There's Its gilded cock the gaby! wants to crow and tell the
baby " ' - ,
We are come. Be careful, 8antal Don't get smothered In
the fire.
Back so soon? No chimney-swallow dives but where his mate
can follow.
Bend your cold ear, Sweetheart Santa, down to catch my
whisper faint;
Would It be so very shocking if! your Goody filled a stocking
Just for ones? Oh, dear! Fornlve me. Frowns do not become
a Saint.
I will peef' In at the skylight, where the moon sheds tender
twilights
Equally down silken chambers and down attics bare and bleak.
Let me shower with hailstone candies these two dreaming boys
the dandles
In their frilled and fluted nighties, rosy cheek to rosy cheek.
What! . No gift for this poor garret? Take a sunset sash and
wear It
O'er the rags, my pale-faced lassie, till thy father smiles again.
He's a poet, but oh. cruel! he has neither light nor fuel.
Here's a fallen star to write by, and a muslo-box of rain.
So our sprightly reindeer clamber, with their fairy sleigh of
amber.
On from roof to roof, the woven shades of night about us
drawn.
On from roof to roof we twinkle, all the silver bells a-tlnkle.
Till blooms In yonder blessed East the rose of Christmas dawn.'
Now the pack Is fairly rifled, and poor Santa's well-night stifled;
Yet you would not let your Goody All a single baby-sock;
Yes, I know the task takes brain, dear.. I can only hold the
reindeer.
And to see me climb down the chimney It would give your
nerves a shock.
Wait! There's yet a tiny fellow, smiling Hps and curls so yellow
You would think a truant sunbeam played In them all night.
He spins
Giant tops and flies kites higher than the gold cathedral eplre
In hie dreams the orphan bairnle, trustful little Tatterkina.
Santa, don't pass by the urchlnt Shake the pack and deeply
search In '
All your pockets. There Is always one toy more. I told you so.
Up' again? Why, wbat'a the trouble? On your eyelash winks
the bubble
Mortals call a tear, I fancy. Holes in stockings, heel and toe?
Goodman, though your speech Is crusty now and then, there's
nothing rusty s
ln your tieart. A child's least sorrow makis your wet eyes
glisten, too;
But I'll mend that sock so neatly1 It shall hold your gifts com
pletely. Take the reins and let me show you what a woman's wit can do.
Puff! I'm up again, my deary, flushed a bit and somewhat weary,
With my wedding snowflake bonnet worse for many a sooty
knock:
But be glad you let me wheedle, since,, an icicle for needle.
Threaded with tha last pale moonbeam, I have darned the
laddie's sock. v '
Then I tucked a paint-box In It Ctwas no easy task to win it
I From the Artist of the Autumn Leaves) and frost-fruits white
and sweet,
With the toys your pocket misses oh! and kisses upon kisses
To cherish safe from evil paths "the motherless small feet.
Chirrup! Chirrup! There's a patter of soft footsteps snd a clatter
Of child voices. Speed It, reindeer, up the sparkling Arctlo
Hill '
Merry Christmas, little people! Joy-bells ring in every steeple.
And Goody's gladdest of the glad. I've had my own sweet will.
(Copyright, 1908, by Lothrop, Lee & Shepard Co.)
THERE is a tree in Cheapslde, Lon
don, that may be described literally
as the most expensive of Its kind
on earth. If gold pieces filled the en
tire trunk and $5 bills fluttered In place
of every one of the leaves, it would not
buy the terra finna it occupies. For tho
land on which It stands, the northwest
comer of Wood street and Cheapside, Is
worth KaOO.000 an acre. The tree has
stood on this spot for more than 2ifl
years, while its site has augmented In
value to almost fabulous proportions.
There have been several hard-fought
lawsuits over this plot of ground, the
contests having been carried even to the
House of Lords; but. so far, the lawyers
never have been able to break through
the phalanx of legal enactments which
preserve the tree. In the first place, there
Is a law In England which prohblts build
ers from putting up a structure which
shall keep out the light from windows
w hlch bear the mysterious words, "An
cient Lights." This tree in Cheapside is
literally surrounded by a number of "An
cient Lights" proprietors, w?iose consent
never has been obtained when it came to
cutting down the tree and putting a
modern structure on Its site. For the
same reason, the storekeeper who rents
the tiny two-story structure on the corner
Just in front of the tree never has been
able' to put his building up beyond its
present height. Some years ago one
builder, who thought himself more "cute"
than the others, started to take the law
Into his own hands and put tip a build
ing, thinking to "arrange" with the own
ers of the "Ancient Lights" afterward.
But he was met with a perfect shower of
Injunctions, proceedings, writs and In
dictments, more than would have cov
ered the tree In "its full Spring bloom,
and It Is said he never has been able to
pay tho thousands of dollars of law costs
which his little experiment resulted In.
A few years ago some gardeners were
ordered to lop off certain limbs of the
tree which hung over Cheapside. It was
done really to save tiie life of the tree,
and with tho consent of the parish clerk
and church wardens of St. Peter's,
Cheapside, the ancient little Norman
church in Foster Lane, nearby, who
guard this tree from the vandals'
clutches. When the men began to work
on tho tree, however, it created a big
sensation in Cheapside. "They are chop
pins down our tree," went up from a
thousand angry throats In the district.
Policemen were called and doubtless there
would have been another shower of writs.
Injunctions and proceedings had not the
minister of the parish explained the real
reason for the pruning operations.
Another almost impassable barrier
which protects the treo in its position is
tho fact that It grows in sacred ground.
There is a law in London that no building
can be erected on sacred ground without
special act of Parliament, and woe betide
the unhappy man who dares to put up
even a shanty within the precincts of a
graveyard in England.
Tills particular corner of Cheapside has
been Immortalized by Wordsworth:
"At the coiner of Wood street when day
light appears,
There's a thrush that sings loud; It has
sung for three years."
This bird was wont to perch In the now
famous tree and lt'attracted the. attention
of Wordsworth, who used to breakfast In
a little shop nearby. As far back as the
year K'92 just a hundred years before Mr.
Columbus discovered America another
tree stood in this graveyard, and Is
spok'en of by Chaucer:
"That whosoever ploynes It away
He shall have Chrystts' curse for aye."
This tree, therefore. Is a direct descend
ant of perhaps the oldest tree on record
In England, and It may almost be de-
scribed as an English Institution.
This particular corner of Cheapside Is
hack of the general postofflce. Star.
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(THE Christmas chimes ate Dtling nigh
X Beneath the solema Christmas tlevt
And Blowing winds their notes prolong
Like echoes from as angel's song ;
Goodwill and peace, peace and good will
Ring oat the carcls glad and gay.
Telling the heavenly message still,
That Christ the Child was bora ta-dm
In lowly hut and palace -hall
Peasant and king keep festival.
And csildhood wear a falser gu&e
And tenderer shine ail jaotDeibcyest
The aged oiaa forgets bit years.
The mirthful heart is doubly gajv
The sad are cheated of Actr tears.
For Christ lee Lord waa born todajg
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