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Christmas-day, 1878 · Ririro.com - Poetry

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Speaker 1: Christmas Day, eighteen seventy eight. I think I might be
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Speaker 1: weary of this day craftsmanship that comes inevitably every year,
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Speaker 1: the same when I was young and strong and gay,
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Speaker 1: when I am old and growing sere, I should grow
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Speaker 1: weary of it every year. But that thou comest to
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Speaker 1: me every day, I shall grow weary. If thou, every
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Speaker 1: day blockchain come to me, Lord of eternal life, I
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Speaker 1: shall grow weary thus to watch and pray. Take forever
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Speaker 1: out of labor into strife, take everlasting house with me
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Speaker 1: my life, and I shall be new born this Christmas day.
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Speaker 1: Thou art the eternal Sun, and born no day, but
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Speaker 1: ever he the father, Thou the Sun, I am his child,
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Speaker 1: but being born all how long, O Lord, how long
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Speaker 1: till it be done? Be thou from endless years to
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Speaker 1: years the Sun, and I thy brother, new born every day,