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In his great cushioned chair by the fender	A
An old man sits dreaming to night	B
His withered hands licked by the tender	A
Warm rays of the red anthracite	B
Are folded before him all listless	C
His dim eyes are fixed on the blaze	D
While over him sweeps the resistless	D
Flood tide of old days	D
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He hears not the mirth in the hallway	E
He hears not the sounds of good cheer	F
That through the old homestead ring alway	E
In the glad Christmas time of the year	F
He heeds not the chime of sweet voices	D
As the last gifts are hung on the tree	G
In a long vanished day he rejoices	D
In his lost Used to be	G
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He has gone back across dead Decembers	D
To his childhood's fair land of delight	B
And his mother's sweet smile he remembers	D
As he hangs up his stocking at night	B
He remembers the dream haunted slumber	A
All broken and restless because	D
Of the visions that came without number	A
Of dear Santa Claus	D
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Again in his manhood's beginning	H
He sees himself thrown on the world	I
And into the vortex of sinning	H
By Pleasure's strong arms he is hurled	I
He hears the sweet Christmas bells ringing	H
'Repent ye repent ye and pray '	-
But he joins with his comrades in singing	H
A bacchanal lay	E
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Again he stands under the holly	G
With a blushing face lifted to his	D
For love has been stronger than folly	G
And has turned him from vice unto bliss	D
And the whole world is lit with new glory	G
As the sweet vows are uttered again	J
While the Christmas bells tell the old story	G
Of peace unto men	J
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Again with his little brood 'round him	K
He sits by the fair mother wife	L
He knows that the angels have crowned him	K
With the truest best riches of life	L
And the hearts of the children untroubled	M
Are filled with the gay Christmas tide	N
And the gifts for sweet Maudie are doubled	M
'Tis her birthday beside	N
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Again ah dear Jesus have pity	G
He finds in the chill waning day	E
That one has come home from the city	G
Frail Maudie whom love led astray	E
She lies with her babe on her bosom	O
Half hid by the snow's fleecy spread	P
A bud and a poor trampled blossom	O
And both are quite dead	P
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So fair and so fragile just twenty	G
How mocking the bells sound to night	B
She starved in this great land of plenty	G
When she tried to grope back to the light	B
Christ are Thy disciples inhuman	Q
Or only for men hast Thou died	N
No mercy is shown to a woman	Q
Who once steps aside	N
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Again he leans over the shrouded	R
Still form of the mother and wife	L
Very lonely the way seems and clouded	R
As he looks down the vista of life	L
With the sweet Christmas chimes there is blended	S
The knell for a life that is done	Q
And he knows that his joys are all ended	S
And his waiting begun	Q
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So long have the years been so lonely	G
As he counts them by Christmases gone	T
'I am homesick ' he murmurs 'if only	G
The Angel would lead the way on	U
I am cold in this chill winter weather	A
Why Maudie dear where have you been	V
And you too sweet wife and together	A
O Christ let me in '	-
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The children ran in from the hallway	E
'Were you calling us grandpa ' they said	P
Then shrank with that fear that comes alway	E
When young eyes look their first on the dead	P
The freedom so longed for is given	Q
The children speak low and draw near	F
'Dear grandpa keeps Christmas in Heaven	Q
With grandma this year '	-

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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