Poems (Van Vorst)/Christmas

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CHRISTMAS
Dearest . . . for thee I make my Christmas song! A song of holly and of fragrant tree,Of festivals, that sweep their happy throng, Dearest, for thee!
Look . . . how the folding snow is on the lea; See the fine hoar frost lie the hedge along And the white holy stars shine mistily. A Christmas gift held high, though winds are strong, A warm and glowing gift, though ice may be, Comes star-blest, Christ-blest, over pain and wrong,Dearest, for thee!
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