CHRISTMAS CAROLS.
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CHRISTMAS CAROLS.
HE children sung a song, this Christmas morning, Mellow and clear, outside my chamber door,
Waking me softly from my pleasant dreaming
Of unforgotten Christmas-days of yore.
Sweetly they sung, my neighbor's happy children,
Two merry girls and one glad-hearted boy,
Repeating oft their song's rejoicing burden,—
"On Christmas morn the angels sing for joy!"
Two merry girls and one glad-hearted boy,
Repeating oft their song's rejoicing burden,—
"On Christmas morn the angels sing for joy!"
Sweetly they sung; but ah! their cheerful voices
Broke up my soul's deep founts of hidden woe,
And pressing down my face against the pillow,
I let the bitter torrent overflow.
Broke up my soul's deep founts of hidden woe,
And pressing down my face against the pillow,
I let the bitter torrent overflow.
Missing the little child that warbled softly
Two years ago to-day, a song like this,
And, when the joyful melody was ended,
Held up her sweet mouth for a Christmas kiss.
Two years ago to-day, a song like this,
And, when the joyful melody was ended,
Held up her sweet mouth for a Christmas kiss.
