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BELLS ACROSS THE SNOWS


I like to fancy God, in Paradise,
    Lifting a finger o'er the rhythmic swing
Of chiming harp and song, with eager eyes
    Turned earthward, listening—

The Anthem stilled—the angels leaning there
    Above the golden walls—the morning sun
Of Christmas bursting flower-like with the prayer,
    "God bless us Every One!"



BELLS ACROSS THE SNOWS

O Christmas, merry Christmas!
   Is it really come again,
With its memories and greetings,
   With its joy and with its pain?
There's a minor in the carol,
   And a shadow in the light,
And a spray of cypress twining
   With the holly wreath to-night.
And the hush is never broken
   By laughter light and low,
As we listen in the starlight
   To the "bells across the snow."

O Christmas, merry Christmas!
   'Tis not so very long