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'By JOHJSl E. VOLSEf?
Copyright, 1913. by American Preu Aioc!tloa
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JZpVE'Ry day the sun grows colder.
Riding lower through its arc.
Will it, as the year grows older,
LeaOc us always in the darK?
'But toe KfioW that science teaches
'Uwill begin its upward climb
When its lowest point it reaches,
w At the solstice Christmas time,
Earth to all her utmost regions
Shuddered 9 neat h the march of Home,
Whose triumphant, pagan legions
Dragged their loot and captives horns.
Must her rule go on, unceasing?
Would her armaments be hurled.
With an insolence increasing,
'Gainst a ser-Oile, helpless World?
Were Home's gods alone undying?
And must other nations crooK.
Uo her Caesar, deifying
Him With suppliant Word and look?
When it seemed her ruthless power
JSothtng on the earth could stem9
In that saddest, darkest hour
Christ Was born at Tkthlehem.
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There's a chimney In th towa
You have never traveled dawn.
Should you chance to enter tbera
You would And a room alt bjune;
Not a Blocking could you spy.
Mutter not how yotr roifrht try.
And the shoes you'd And are such
As no boy would care tar outeh.
In a broken bed you'd see
Some one just about like me
Dreaming of the pretty toys
Which you brine; to ofhr boyat
And to him a CbriHtmas secma
Merry only In his dreams.
AH he dreams, then. Santa Claua.
StufT the stockings with. beGtuae
W hen it's filled up to tlte briai
I'll be1 Santa Onus to him!
Frank Dempster Sherman.
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A QUESTION.
IF there Isn't any Santa Ctaua. who is
it turns your feet
Toward the shop where elf ts are smit
ing as you walk along the street?
Who Is it sets you thinking, though
you're busy as can be.
About the songs and laughter round the
children's Christmas tree?
Though you vow "this Christmas business
is a nuisance anyhow,"
There's an Influence at work that dears
the frowning from your brow.
The small tin trumpet sounds a blast that
wakes your soul serene
To homage for the doll who is a lady and
a queen.
And the once prosaic world wherv it has
been your lot to dwell
Is a realm of fascinations 'neath some
mystic fairy spell.
If there isn't any Santa Claus, who is it.
day by day.
That turns our thoughts to Christmas.
(strive to shun it as we may?
Who comes at this bleak season armed
with telepathic arts
And by generous suggestion dominates our
. minds and hearts?
CONSTANT CHRISTMAS.
COp at this busy Cbrfsttnas Geaeon
and tbfnh for a moment of the folhs
bach borne. Consider bow much
bappter tbey wfll be if you are wftb
them on tbts Christmas day. perhaps your W
parents are getting very old now perhaps tbey
baveonly a few more Cbrfstmases to spend ;$r
hztt. Certainly your presence at the old home W
place would add greatly to tbetr Joy. Cblnh j
of the days when you were a childof the S
Gbn'stmases, now gone forever, when your
father and mother did so much to mahe you
happy. H man's mother fs the best friend be j
ever bad or ever can have. One owes it to her
to epaid Christmas at her side and to devote
the day to making her happy. But If we have W
M no mother what would be prettier, what senti- '&
S ment or act could be more beautiful, than to
p visit her grave and mahe It green with wreaths :
and flowers on Christmas day ? j
Oh, never failing splendor.
Oh. never silent sgng.
Still keep the green earth
tender.
Still keep the gray earth
strong!
Still keep the brave earth
dreaming
Of deeds that shall be done
While children's lives come
streaming
Like sunbeams from the
sun!
Oh, angels, sweet and splen
did. Throng In our hearts and
sing
The wonders which attended
The coming of the King!
Phillips Brooks.
CHRISTMAS TIME.
EACE and good will toward men!
Blest Christmas time
That brings to famished thousands
a good meal.
While even those, immured in cells,
that steal
From others make their livelihood in
crime
Now sit at tables with the best of fare.
Children, unused to luxuries and joys,
Now have abundance, are e'en blessed
with toys,
For did not Christ take such unto his 1
care?
The laborer Bick, his family hungry, cold.
Is now remembered; wood and coal and
rent
And flour and meal and fowl to him are
sent
By them .that know the genuine use of
gold.
Whose eyes have seen the shepherds watch
by night.
Who've read the Sermon on the Mount j
aright.
Edward S. Creamer In Brooklyn Eagle. :
CHRISTMAS.
THE world his cradle is, ,
The stars his worshipers.
His "peace on earth" the mother's kiss
On lips new pressed to hera
For she alone to him
in perfect light appears,
The one horizon never dim
With penitential tears.
John B. Tabb.
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And some good pieces
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Terms easy. If interested,
come and see us.
We wish to extend a
Merry Christmas
and a
Happy New Year
to all our patrons
and the good people of Morrow County
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