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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.