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Title: Christmas Sunshine

Author: Various

Release Date: January 15, 2007 [EBook #20378]

Language: English

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CHRISTMAS
SUNSHINE

BUFFALO NEW YORK
THE HAYES LITHOGRAPHING CO.

Do the angels know the blessed day,
And strike their harps anew?
Then may the echo of their lay
Float sweetly down to you,
And fill your soul with Christmas song
That your heart shall echo your whole life long.

_Havergal._

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A bright and happy Christmas to you! Lift up yourselves to the
great meaning of the day, and dare to think of your humanity as
something so sublimely precious that it is worthy of being made
an offering to God, and then go out to the pleasures and duties
of your life, having been truly born anew into His Divinity, as
He was born into our humanity on Christmas Day.

_Phillips Brooks._

Most tangible of all the gods that be,
O Santa Claus--our own since infancy!--
As first we scampered to thee--now, as then,
Take us as children to thy heart again.

_Riley._

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Then welcome snow of Christmas,
We read thy prophecy,
We know what wish lies hidden,
What germs of life may be
Concealed beneath thy mantle,
All folded close away,
Awaiting their fruition,
In heaven's eternal day.

_M. C. O._

One wish ere yet the long year ends;
Let's close it with a parting rhyme,
A pledge, a hand, to all our friends
As fits the merry Christmas time:
On life's wide scene you, too, have parts,
That Fate ere long shall bid you play;
Good-night: with honest, gentle hearts,
A kindly greeting go alway.

_Thackeray._

It was the winter wild,
While the heaven-born child
All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies:
Nature, in awe to him
Had doff'd her gaudy trim,
With her great Master so to sympathize:
It was no season then for her
To wanton with the sun, her lusty