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YULE TIDE.


His seeking and His finding make
 Our search an easy thing;
He sows good seed, and bids us take
 The joys of harvesting.


Yet must His children do their part,
 And what He gives accept;
No heart can understand His Heart
 That has not bled and wept.


All seasons, bring they bale or bliss,
 His priceless treasures hold;
The Winter’s silver all is His,
 And His the Summer’s gold.