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Poems
Through the noises of life's Mart.
But to-morrow,—when the curtain
Of Creation, shall be furled,
To show the Heart of Divine Love
That beats for all the world,
But to-morrow,—when the curtain
Of Creation, shall be furled,
To show the Heart of Divine Love
That beats for all the world,
And we learn the holy meaning
Of that first glad Christmas Morn,
When Peace embodied, Hope and Faith,
In Bethlehem were born,—
Shall you send across the distance,—
Over mountain, vale and sea,—
Like a swift-winged bird of summer,
A kindly thought to me?
Of that first glad Christmas Morn,
When Peace embodied, Hope and Faith,
In Bethlehem were born,—
Shall you send across the distance,—
Over mountain, vale and sea,—
Like a swift-winged bird of summer,
A kindly thought to me?
