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- Christmas in the Heart
- Paul Laurence Dunbar - 1872-1906
- The snow lies deep upon the ground,
- And winter's brightness all around
- Decks bravely out the forest sere,
- With jewels of the brave old year.
- The coasting crowd upon the hill
- With some new spirit seems to thrill;
- And all the temple bells achime.
- Ring out the glee of Christmas time.
- In happy homes the brown oak-bough
- Vies with the red-gemmed holly now;
- And here and there, like pearls, there show
- The berries of the mistletoe.
- A sprig upon the chandelier
- Says to the maidens, "Come not here!"
- Even the pauper of the earth
- Some kindly gift has cheered to mirth!
- Within his chamber, dim and cold,
- There sits a grasping miser old.
- He has no thought save one of gain,—
- To grind and gather and grasp and drain.
- A peal of bells, a merry shout
- Assail his ear: he gazes out
- Upon a world to him all gray,
- And snarls, "Why, this is Christmas Day!"
- No, man of ice,—for shame, for shame!
- For "Christmas Day" is no mere name.
- No, not for you this ringing cheer,
- This festal season of the year.
- And not for you the chime of bells
- From holy temple rolls and swells.
- In day and deed he has no part—
- Who holds not Christmas in his heart!
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