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<h2>Christmas at Church.</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> 'Twas drawing near the holiday, When piety and pity met In whisp'ring council, and agreed That Christmas time, in homes of need, Should be remembered in a way They never could forget. </div> <div class="stanza"> Then noble generosity Took youth and goodness by the hand, And planned a thousand charming ways To celebrate this best of days, While hearts were held in sympathy By love's encircling band. </div> <div class="stanza"> So multitudes together came, Like wandering magi from the East With precious gifts unto the King, With every good and perfect thing To satisfy a shivering frame Or amplify a feast. </div> <div class="stanza"> The angels had looked long and far The happy scene to parallel, When through the sanctuary door [Pg 123] Were carried gifts from shop and store, The treasures of the rich bazaar, To give—but not to sell. </div> <div class="stanza"> As once the apostolic twelve Of goods allotment made, So equity dealt out with care The widow's and the orphan's share, And of the aged forced to delve At drudging task or trade. </div> <div class="stanza"> Oh, could the joy which tears express That out of gladness come Be mirrored in its tender glow, Before the beautiful tableau Ingratitude and selfishness Would shrink abashed and dumb! </div> <div class="stanza"> If every year and everywhere Could kindness thus expand In bounteous gratuity, To all her children earth would be A flowery vale like Eden fair, A milk-and-honey land. </div> </div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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