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YULE TIDE.

’They bring me sorrow touched with joy,
 The merry merry bells of Yule.’

TENNYSON, In Memoriam.


The Royal birthday dawns again,
 A stricken world to bless;
And sufferers forget their pain,
 And mourners their distress.


Love sings to-day; her eyes so fair
 With happy tears are wet:
She is too humble to despair,
 Too faithful to forget.