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<span style="font-size: 16pt"><b>HALLOWE'EN</b></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Bring forth the raisins and the nuts—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">To-night All-Hallows' Spectre struts<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Along the moonlit way.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">No time is this for tear or sob,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Or other woes our joys to rob,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">But time for Pippin and for Bob,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And Jack-o'-lantern gay.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Come forth, ye lass and trousered kid,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">From prisoned mischief raise the lid,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And lift it good and high.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Leave grave old Wisdom in the lurch,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Set Folly on a lofty perch,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Nor fear the awesome rod of birch<br/></span>
<span class="i2">When dawn illumes the sky.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">'Tis night for revel, set apart<br/></span>
<span class="i0">To reillume the darkened heart,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And rout the hosts of Dole.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">'Tis night when Goblin, Elf, and Fay,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Come dancing in their best array<br/></span>
<span class="i0">To prank and royster on the way,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And ease the troubled soul.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">The ghosts of all things, past parade,<br/></span><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_173" id="Page_173" href="#Page_173">[Pg 173]</SPAN></span>
<span class="i0">Emerging from the mist and shade<br/></span>
<span class="i2">That hid them from our gaze,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And full of song and ringing mirth,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">In one glad moment of rebirth,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Again they walk the ways of earth,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">As in the ancient days.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">The beacon light shines on the hill,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The will-o'-wisps the forests fill<br/></span>
<span class="i2">With flashes filched from noon;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And witches on their broomsticks spry<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Speed here and yonder in the sky,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And lift their strident voices high<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Unto the Hunter's moon.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">The air resounds with tuneful notes<br/></span>
<span class="i0">From myriads of straining throats,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">All hailing Folly Queen;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">So join the swelling choral throng,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Forget your sorrow and your wrong,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">In one glad hour of joyous song<br/></span>
<span class="i2">To honor Hallowe'en.<br/></span></div>
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