. Uncle Amos and his Christmas gifts .. . then was bornTo drive the sunshine from his eyes,And make him sad that merry morn?He knew his mother thought of him,In her poor home, vv^ith eyes so dimWith unshed tears, she scarce could seeThe ^A^ork she sewed so \ happy Christmas day for her;No joy to make her pulses stirAs Bennies did, nor to her share ^^Oulsl fall his sumptuous Christmas fare. What v^onder that all signs of joy Fled from the blue eyes of her boy 1 But she has got my money now f (Back rolled the eloud from Bennies brow, While dimples gathered thick and fast). And I have h
. Uncle Amos and his Christmas gifts .. . then was bornTo drive the sunshine from his eyes,And make him sad that merry morn?He knew his mother thought of him,In her poor home, vv^ith eyes so dimWith unshed tears, she scarce could seeThe ^A^ork she sewed so \ happy Christmas day for her;No joy to make her pulses stirAs Bennies did, nor to her share ^^Oulsl fall his sumptuous Christmas fare. What v^onder that all signs of joy Fled from the blue eyes of her boy 1 But she has got my money now f (Back rolled the eloud from Bennies brow, While dimples gathered thick and fast). And I have helped mamma at last I Oh, cheering thought! Straigh^vay our Ben Became a merry boy again, And when the party ^vas begun, No happier child beneath the sun Could eer be found than Bennie Moore, Who played as he neer played before. And oh! the dinner! there they sat, The children—rosy-cheeked and fat. Their appetites far more than able To do full justice to the table. While farmer Green and Auntie Prue Helped them to eat and chatter, mm} feo! fop the garret dim and wide,Cobwebbed with dust from side to side ]Thither the children, girls and boys,Betook themselves and all their noise,Intent upon a hunt throughout ©I^O time-^A^orn rubbish stored about. What fun they had! and how they played That they ^^/ere pirates, making raid Upon such prey as came their ^vay. Till Bennie, with a shout so gay That it ^A^ent ringing through and through The house, and startled Auntie Prue And Unele Amos as they sat, Having an after-dinner ehat— Discovered in an old-time ehest A little sailor suit. In jest He slipped it on. See, fellers, see I Its almost little enough for me. Id like to be a sailor boy And go to places far av/ay, And see such lots of curious things As sailors see. I ^vill some day. My father M^as a sailor, he Was fourteen v/hen he ^A^ent to sea. I knoAA^, because he told mie so. JMUl then, you see, he didnt go As big men do. He ran away— My father did, one sumnnep day. An
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