Freston
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CHRISTMAS EVE
Alone, I said, this Christmas Eve!
Ah, never less alone!
For round me here, in countless throng,
Joys laugh and sorrows moan;
And Memory, from her mystic realm,
Leads forth her willing train,
And fancies group about my chair
To gladden or to pain.
Ah, never less alone!
For round me here, in countless throng,
Joys laugh and sorrows moan;
And Memory, from her mystic realm,
Leads forth her willing train,
And fancies group about my chair
To gladden or to pain.
And faces loved and faces dead
And ones I ne'er may see,
Come round me here to-night, and keep
This Christmas Eve with me.
Oh, thou dear face! 'tis not alone
To-night thou art with me!
For in my heart is ever still
The deathless thought of thee!
And ones I ne'er may see,
Come round me here to-night, and keep
This Christmas Eve with me.
Oh, thou dear face! 'tis not alone
To-night thou art with me!
For in my heart is ever still
The deathless thought of thee!
But thou'rt far away in being,
Farther still in soul and heart,
And my voice is heard but dimly
Farther still in soul and heart,
And my voice is heard but dimly
