HALLOWE'EN
Bring forth the raisins and the nuts—
To-night All-Hallows' Spectre struts
Along the moonlit way.
No time is this for tear or sob,
Or other woes our joys to rob,
But time for Pippin and for Bob,
And Jack-o'-lantern gay.
Come forth, ye lass and trousered kid,
From prisoned mischief raise the lid,
And lift it good and high.
Leave grave old Wisdom in the lurch,
Set Folly on a lofty perch.
Nor fear the awesome rod of birch
When dawn illumes the sky.
Tis night for revel, set apart
To reillume the darkened heart,
And rout the hosts of Dole.
Tis night when Goblin, Elf, and Fay,
Come dancing in their best array
To prank and royster on the way.
And ease the troubled soul.
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