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POEMS.
Death, with his fatal dart, hath crept
Within that circle gay;
And some whose hearts were lightest there,
Since then have pass'd away.
Within that circle gay;
And some whose hearts were lightest there,
Since then have pass'd away.
But when the chimes of Christmas
Steal sweetly on the ear,
And eager hands are gladly stretched
To greet the coming year,
We think upon the merry time
We pass'd so long ago,
With that joyous band in the country hall,
Held captives by the snow.
H. A.
Steal sweetly on the ear,
And eager hands are gladly stretched
To greet the coming year,
We think upon the merry time
We pass'd so long ago,
With that joyous band in the country hall,
Held captives by the snow.
H. A.
