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'T was merry Christmas when he came	A
Our little boy beneath the sod	B
And brighter burned the Christmas flame	A
And merrier sped the Christmas game	A
Because within the house there lay	C
A shape as tiny as a fay	C
The Christmas gift of God	B
In wreaths and garlands on the walls	D
The holly hung its ruby balls	D
The mistletoe its pearls	E
And a Christmas tree's fantastic fruits	F
Woke laughter like a choir of flutes	F
From happy boys and girls	E
For the mirth which else had swelled as shrill	G
As a school let loose to its errant will	G
Was softened by the thought	H
That in a dim hushed room above	I
A mother's pains in a mother's love	I
Were only just forgot	J
The jest the tale the toast the glee	K
All took a sober tone	L
We spoke of the babe upstairs as we	K
Held festival for him alone	L
When the bells rang in the Christmas morn	M
It scarcely seemed a sin to say	C
That they rang because that babe was born	M
Not less than for the sacred day	C
Ah Christ forgive us for the crime	N
Which drowned the memories of the time	N
In a merely mortal bliss	O
We owned the error when the mirth	P
Of another Christmas lit the hearth	Q
Of every home but this	O
When in that lonely burial ground	R
With every Christmas sight and sound	R
Removed or shunned we kept	S
A mournful Christmas by the mound	R
Where little Willie slept	S
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Ah hapless mother darling wife	T
I might say nothing more	U
And the dull cold world would hold	V
The story of that precious life	T
As amply told	V
Shall we shall you and I before	U
That world's unsympathetic eyes	W
Lay other relics from our store	U
Of tender memories	X
What could it know of the joy and love	I
That throbbed and smiled and wept above	I
An unresponsive thing	Y
And who could share the ecstatic thrill	G
With which we watched the upturned bill	G
Of our bird at its living spring	Y
Shall we tell how in the time gone by	Z
Beneath all changes of the sky	Z
And in an ordinary home	A2
Amid the city's din	B2
Life was to us a crystal dome	A2
Our babe the flame therein	B2
Ah this were jargon on the mart	C2
And though some gentle friend	D2
And many and many a suffering heart	C2
Would weep and comprehend	D2
Yet even these might fail to see	K
What we saw daily in the child	E2
Not the mere creature undefiled	E2
But the winged cherub soon to be	K
That wandering hand which seemed to reach	F2
At angel finger tips	G2
And that murmur like a mystic speech	F2
Upon the rosy lips	G2
That something in the serious face	H2
Holier than even its infant grace	H2
And that rapt gaze on empty space	H2
Which made us half believing say	C
Ah little wide eyed seer who knows	I2
But that for you this chamber glows	I2
With stately shapes and solemn shows	I2
Which touched us too with vague alarms	J2
Lest in the circle of our arms	J2
We held a being less akin	B2
To his parents in a world of sin	B2
Than to beings not of clay	C
How could we speak in human phrase	K2
Of such scarce earthly traits and ways	K2
What would not seem	L2
A doting dream	L2
In the creed of these sordid days	K2
No let us keep	M2
Deep deep	M2
In sorrowing heart and aching brain	N2
This story hidden with the pain	N2
Which since that blue October night	E2
When Willie vanished from our sight	E2
Must haunt us even in our sleep	M2
In the gloom of the chamber where he died	E2
And by that grave which through our care	O2
From Yule to Yule of every year	P2
Is made like Spring to bloom	Q2
And where at times we catch the sigh	Z
As of an angel floating nigh	Z
Who longs but has not power to tell	R2
That in that violet shrouded cell	R2
Lies nothing better than the shell	R2
Which he had cast aside	E2
By that sweet grave in that dark room	Q2
We may weave at will for each other's ear	S2
Of that life and that love and that early doom	Q2
The tale which is shadowed here	S2
To us alone it will always be	K
As fresh as our own misery	K
But enough alas for the world is said	E2
In the brief Here lieth of the dead	E2

Henry Timrod

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