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Christmas Tide (Poem) · Ririro.com - Poetry

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  Speaker 1: Christmas tide, when the merry springtime weaves its peeping bloom
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  Speaker 1: and dewy leaves, when the primrose opens its eye and
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  Speaker 1: the young moth flutters by, when the plaintive turtle dove
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  Speaker 1: pours its notes of peace and love, and the clear
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  Speaker 1: sun flings its glory bright and wide. Yet my soul
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  Speaker 1: will own more joy in winter's frown and wake with
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  Speaker 1: warmer flush at Christmas tide. The summer beams may shine
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  Speaker 1: on the rich and curling vine, and the noontide rays
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  Speaker 1: light up the tulip's dazzling cup. But the pearly mistletoe
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  Speaker 1: and the holly berries glow are not even by the
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  Speaker 1: boasted rose outviede for the happy hearts beneath the green
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  Speaker 1: and coral wreath, love the garlands that are at Christmas tide.
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  Speaker 1: Let the autumn days produce yellow corn and purple juice,
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  Speaker 1: and Nature's feast be spread in the fruitage ripe and red.
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  Speaker 1: Tis grateful to behold gushing grapes and fields of gold,
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  Speaker 1: when cheeks are browned and red lips deeper dyed. But give, oh,
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  Speaker 1: give to me the winter night of glee. The mirth
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  Speaker 1: and plenty scene at Christmas tide. The northern gust may howl,
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  Speaker 1: the rolling storm clouds scowl. King frost may make a
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  Speaker 1: slave of the river's rapid wave, The snow drift choke
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  Speaker 1: the path, or the hail shower spind its wrath. But
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  Speaker 1: the sternest blast right bravely is defied. While limbs and
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  Speaker 1: spirits bound to the merry, minstrel sound, and social wood
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  Speaker 1: fires blaze at Christmas Tide. The song, the laugh, the
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  Speaker 1: shout shall mock the storm without, and sparkling wine foam
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  Speaker 1: rise neath still more sparkling eyes. The forms that rarely meet,
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  Speaker 1: then hand to hand shall greet, and soul pledge soul
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  Speaker 1: that leagues too long, divide mirth, friendship, love and light
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  Speaker 1: shall crown the winter night, and every glad voice welcome
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  Speaker 1: Christmas Tide. But while joy's echo falls in gay and
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  Speaker 1: plenteous hauls, let the poor and lowly share the warmth,
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  Speaker 1: the sports, the fair. For the one of humble lot
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  Speaker 1: must not shiver in his cot, but claim a bounteous
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  Speaker 1: meed from wealth and pride, Shed kindly blessings round till
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  Speaker 1: no aching heart be found, And then all hail to
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  Speaker 1: merry Christmastide.