The garden path and other verses . pest tossed, The frail barks rent in it seemed that life and hope were lost, And could never come back now, safe from storms and shoals of the past, At the pier where the sunbeams weary sails are at rest at last. In the bright, glad Port of To-day. 47 MERRY CHRISTMAS List! In the top of that frost-crowned treeA snow bird sings so happily, A Merry, Merry Christmas!And the north wind whispers through the pinesAnd mistletoe and storm-swept vines, A Merry, Merry Christmas!The falling snowflakes seem to say,In a lowly manger, a baby l
The garden path and other verses . pest tossed, The frail barks rent in it seemed that life and hope were lost, And could never come back now, safe from storms and shoals of the past, At the pier where the sunbeams weary sails are at rest at last. In the bright, glad Port of To-day. 47 MERRY CHRISTMAS List! In the top of that frost-crowned treeA snow bird sings so happily, A Merry, Merry Christmas!And the north wind whispers through the pinesAnd mistletoe and storm-swept vines, A Merry, Merry Christmas!The falling snowflakes seem to say,In a lowly manger, a baby lay, A Merry, Merry Christmas!And to-day we celebrate His birth,With good will and peace oer all the earth, A Merry, Merry Christmas! 48 GOOD NIGHT The day is going to sleep, The birds and the bees are still,The silvery stars and the pale new moon Are peeping oer the hill;The flowers are drowsy, too, And they nod in the soft starlight;They whisper, and I am whispering too, Sweet dreams, good night, good night. 49 1 18 . O > «j^.
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