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I	A
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ERE the Night cometh On how many graves	B
Rests at this hour their first cold winter's snow	C
Wild o'er the earth the sleety tempest raves	B
Silent our Lost Ones slumber on below	C
Never to share again the genial glow	C
Of Christmas gladness round the circled hearth	D
Never returning festivals to know	C
Or holidays that mark some loved one's birth	E
Or children's joyous songs and loud delighted mirth	E
II	A
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The frozen tombs are sheeted with one pall	F
One shroud for every churchyard crisp and bright	G
One foldless mantle softly covering all	H
With its unwrinkled width of spotless white	G
There through the grey dim day and starlit night	G
It rests on rich and poor and young and old	I
Veiling dear eyes whose warm homne cheering light	G
Our pining hearts can never more behold	I
With an unlifting veil that falleth blank and cold	I
III	A
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The Spring shall melt that snow but kindly eyes	J
Return not with the Sun's returning powers	K
Nor to the clay cold cheek that buried lies	J
The living blooms that flush perennial flowers	K
Nor with the song birds vocal in the bowers	K
The sweet familiar tones In silence drear	L
We pass our days and oft in midnight hours	K
Call madly on their names who cannot hear	L
Names graven on the tombs of the departed year	L
IV	M
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There lies the tender Mother in whose heart	N
So many claimed an interest and a share	L
Humbly and piously she did her part	N
In every task of love and household care	L
And mournfully with sad abstracted air	L
The Father Widower on his Christmas Eve	M
Strokes down his youngest child's long silken hair	L
And as the gathering sobs his bosom heave	M
Goes from that orphaned group unseen to weep and grieve	M
V	M
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Feeling his loneliness the more this day	O
Because SHE kept it with such gentle joy	P
Scarce can he brook to see his children play	O
Remembering how her love it did employ	P
To choose each glittering gift and welcome toy	P
His little timid girl so slight of limb	Q
His fearless glorious merry hearted boy	P
They coax him to their sports nor know how dim	Q
The Christmas taper's light must burn henceforth for him	Q
VI	M
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Ah when these two are wrapt in peaceful sleep	R
His worn eyes on the sinking embers set	S
A Vigil to her Memory shall keep	R
Her bridal blush when first his love she met	S
Her dying words of meek and fond regret	S
Her tearful thanks for all his kindness past	T
These shall return to him while linger yet	S
The last days of the year that year the last	T
Upon whose circling hours her sunny smile was cast	T
VII	M
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Life's Dial now shows blank for want of HER	L
There shall be holiday and festival	U
But each his mourning heart shall only stir	L
With repetitions of her funeral	U
Quenched is the happy light that used to fall	H
On common things and bid them lustre borrow	L
No more the daily air grows musical	U
Echoing her soft good night and glad good morrow	L
Under the snow she lies and he must grieve down sorrow	L
VIII	M
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And learn how Death can hallow trivial things	V
How the eyes fill with melancholy tears	W
When some chance voice a common ballad sings	V
The Loved sang too in well remembered years	X
How strangely blank the beaten track appears	X
Which led them to the threshold of our door	L
And how old books some pencilled word endears	X
Faint tracery where our dreaming hearts explore	L
Their vanished thoughts whose souls commune with us no more	L
IX	X
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Under the snow she lies And there lies too	Y
The young fair blossom neither Wife nor Bride	Z
Whose Child like beauty no man yet might woo	Y
Dwelling in shadow by her parent's side	Z
Like a fresh rosebud which the green leaves hide	Z
Calm as the light that fades along the West	A2
When not a ripple stirs the azure tide	Z
She sank to Death and Heaven knows which is best	A2
The Matron's task fulfilled or Virgin's spotless rest	A2
X	X
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A quiet rest it is though o'er that form	B2
We wept because our human love was weak	C2
Our Dove's white wings are folded from the storm	B2
Tears cannot stain those eyelids pure and meek	C2
And pale for ever is the marble cheek	C2
Where in her life the shy quick gushing blood	D2
Was wont with roseate eloquence to speak	C2
Ebbing and flowing with each varying mood	E2
Of her young timid heart so innocently good	F2
XI	X
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And near her sleeps the old grey headed Sire	L
Whose faded eyes in dying prayer uplifted	G2
Taught them the TRUTH who saw him thus expire	L
Although not eloquent or greatly gifted	D2
Because they saw the winnowing fan that sifted	G2
Chaff from the grain disturbed not his high Trust	H2
In the dark storm Hope's anchor never drifted	D2
The dread funereal sentence 'Dust to Dust '	-
No terror held for him who slumbers with the Just	H2
XII	X
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There too is laid the son of many vows	X
The stately heir the treasure of his home	I2
His early death hath saddened noble brows	X
Yet to grieved hearts doth consolation come	J2
Where shall they find though through the world they roam	I2
A star as perfect and as radiant clear	L
Like Ormonde's Ossory in his early doom	K2
The throb of triumph checks the rising tear	L
No living son can be their dead Son's proud compeer	L
XIII	X
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HE was not called to leave temptations hollow	L
And orgies wild and bacchanalian nights	X
Where vice led on his spirit scorned to follow	L
His soul self exiled from all low delights	X
Mastered the strength of sensual appetites	X
Great plans good thoughts alone had power to move him	Q
Holy Ambition such as Heaven requites	X
His heart as they best know who used to love him	Q
Was young and warm but pure as the white snow above him	Q
XIV	M
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He sleeps And she his young betroth d bride	Z
Sleeps too her beauty hid in winding sheet	L2
The blind tears freely shed for both are dried	Z
And round their silent graves the mourner's feet	L2
Have ceased to echo but their souls shall meet	L2
In the far world where no sad burial chime	M2
Knells for departed life but endless sweet	L2
In purity and love and joy sublime	M2
Eternal Hope survives all past decays of Time	M2
XV	M
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And there rests One whom none on earth remember	L
Except that heart whose fond life fed its own	N2
The cherished babe who through this bleak December	L
Far from the Mother's bosom lieth lone	N2
Where the cold North wind makes its wintry moan	N2
A flower whose beauty cannot be renewed	E2
A bird whose song beyond the cloud is gone	O2
A child whose empty cradle is bedewed	E2
By bitter falling tears in hours of solitude	E2
XVI	M
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Ah how can Death untwist the cord of Love	M
Which bid those parted lives together cling	P2
Prest to the bosom of that brooding Dove	M
Into those infant eyes would softly spring	P2
A sense of happiness and cherishing	P2
The tender lips knew no completed word	E2
The small feet could not run for tottering	P2
But a glad silent smile the red mouth stirred	E2
And murmurs of delight whene'er her name was heard	E2
XVII	M
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Oh Darling since all life for death is moulded	E2
And every cradled head some tomb must fill	Q2
A little sooner only hast thou folded	E2
Thy helpless hands that struggled and are still	Q2
A little sooner thy Creator's will	Q2
Hath called thee to the Life that shall endure	L
And in that Heaven his gathered saints shall fill	Q2
Hath 'made thy calling and election sure '	-
His work in thee being done was thy death premature	L
XVIII	M
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Baptised and so from sin innate reclaimed	E2
Pure from impure Redemption's forfeit paid	E2
Too young to be for wilful errors blamed	E2
Thy Angel little Child so lowly laid	E2
For ever looketh upward undismayed	E2
No earthly trespass clouding Heaven's clear light	E2
Casts the Great Glory into dreadful shade	E2
We weep for thee by day we weep by night	E2
Whilst thou beholdest GOD with glad enraptured sight	E2
XIX	X
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Whom call we prematurely summoned All	H
In whom some gleams of quivering sense r	L