Poems (Curwen)/Yuletide

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Yuletide.
O happy, blessed season,  O time of joy and mirth, When all feuds cease, and gentle peace  And goodwill reign on earth.
Sweet season of re union,  When the long absent come, On winged feet again to greet  The dear old folk at home.
When children and their children throng  Around the grey-haired sire; While the holly gleams in the dancing beams  Of the ruddy, glowing fire.
O merry, joyous Yuletide,  We welcome thee again, Although our gladness is tinged with sadness,  Like a song with a sad refrain.
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For as we twine the holly wreaths,  And hang the mistletoe, Memory awakes, and backward takes  Our thoughts to long ago;
And as we listen to the bells  And greetings kind and gay, Our fond hearts yearn for the return  Of dear ones far away.
Some sundered by the great wide sea,  Some singing 'mid the band Of shining ones, in sweetest tones  Songs of the Better Land.
O season of blest influence,  When from His heaven above, The Christ imparts to coldest hearts  The warmth of Christian love.
Dear season of rejoicing,  Sweet happy Chrismastide, May the peace it brings on angels' wings  For aye with us abide.


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