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COPYRIGHT 1903, BY E. P. DUTTON & CO. 
 PUBLISHED, SEPTEMBER, 1903 
 
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 O LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM 
 
 A CHRISTMAS CAROL 
 
 CONSTANT CHRISTMAS 
 
 THE VOICE OF THE CHRIST-CHILD 
 
 CHRISTMAS ONCE IS CHRISTMAS STILL 
 
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 O LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM 
 
 LITTLE town of Bethlehem, 
 How still we see thee lie! 
 Above thy deep and dreamless sleep 
 
 The silent hours go by. 
 Yet in thy dark street shineth 
 The everlasting Light; 
 The hopes and fears of all the years 
 Are met in thee to-night. 
 
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O morning stars, together 
 
 Proclaim the holy birth! 
 And praises sing to God the King, 
 
 And peace to men on earth. 
 For Christ is born of Mary 
 
 And gathered all above. 
 While mortals sleep the Angels keep 
 
 Their watch of wondering love. 
 
 How silently, how silently. 
 
 The wondrous gift is given! 
 So God imparts to human hearts 
 
 The blessings of His Heaven. 
 No ear may hear His coming; 
 
 But in this world of sin. 
 Where meek souls will receive Him still. 
 
 The dear Christ enters in. 
 
 Where children pure and happy 
 
 Pray to the blessed Child, 
 Where Misery cries out to Thee, 
 
 Son of the Mother mild. 
 Where Charity stands watching. 
 
 And Faith holds wide the door. 
 The dark night wakes, the glory breaks. 
 
 And Christmas comes once more. 
 
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O holy Child of Bethlehem, 
 
 Descend to us we pray ! 
 Cast out our sin and enter in, 
 
 Be born in us to-day. 
 We hear the Christmas angels 
 
 The great glad tidings tell; 
 O, come to us, abide with us, 
 
 O Lord Emmanuel ! 
 
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A CHRISTMAS CAROL 
 
A CHRISTMAS CAROL 
 
 IVERYWHERE, everywhere, Christmas to-night! 
 Christmas in lands of the fir tree and pine, 
 Christmas in lands of the palm tree and vine; 
 Christmas where snow-peaks stand solemn and 
 white, 
 
 Christmas where corn-fields lie sunny and bright; 
 Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas to-night! 
 
 Christmas where children are hopeful and gay, 
 Christmas where old men are patient and gray; 
 Christmas where peace, like a dove in its flight. 
 Broods o'er brave men in the thick of the fight; 
 Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas to-night! 
 
 For the Christ-child who comes is the Master of all, 
 No palace too great and no cottage too small; 
 The Angels who welcome Him sing from the height, 
 "In the city of David a King in His might." 
 Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas to-night! 
 
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Then let every heart keep its Christmas within, 
 Christ's pity for sorrow, Christ's hatred of sin, 
 Christ's care for the weakest, Christ's courage for right, 
 Christ's dread of the darkness, Christ's love of the light; 
 Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas to-night! 
 
 So the stars of the midnight which compass us round 
 Shall see a strange glory, and hear a sweet sound, 
 And cry, "Look! the earth is aflame with delight, 
 O sons of the morning, rejoice at the sight." 
 Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas to-night! 
 
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CONSTANT CHRISTMAS 
 
CONSTANT CHRISTMAS 
 
 HE sky can still remember 
 The earliest Christmas morn. 
 
 When in the cold December 
 The Saviour, Christ, was born. 
 
 And still in darkness clouded, 
 And still in noonday light. 
 
 It feels its far depths crowded 
 With Angels fair and bright. 
 
 No star unfolds its glory. 
 No trumpet wind is blown. 
 
 But tells the Christmas story 
 In music of its own. 
 
 No eager strife of mortals 
 
 In busy field or town 
 But sees the opened portals 
 
 Through which the Christ comes down. 
 
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O never-failing splendour! 
 
 O never-silent song! 
 Still keep the green earth tender, 
 
 Still keep the gray earth strong. 
 
 Still keep the brave earth dreaming 
 Of deeds that shall be done, 
 
 While children's lives come streaming 
 Like sunbeams from the sun. 
 
 O Angels sweet and splendid, 
 Throng in our hearts and sing 
 
 The wonders which attended 
 The coming of the King. 
 
 Till we too, boldly pressing 
 
 Where once the shepherds trod, 
 
 Climb Bethlehem's Hill of Blessing, 
 And find the Son of God! 
 
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THE VOICE OF THE CHRIST-CHILD 
 
THE VOICE OF THE CHRIST-CHILD 
 
 HE earth has grown cold with its burden of care, 
 
 But at Christmas it always is young, 
 The heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair, 
 And its soul full of music breaks forth on the air. 
 When the song of the Angels is sung. 
 
 It is coming, old earth, it is coming to-night, 
 
 On the snowflakes which cover thy sod, 
 The feet of the Christ-child fall gently and white, 
 And the voice of the Christ-child tells out with delight 
 That mankind are the children of God. 
 
 On the sad and the lonely, the wretched and poor, 
 
 That voice of the Christ-child shall fall ; 
 And to every blind wanderer opens the door 
 Of a hope which he dared not to dream of before, 
 With a sunshine of welcome for all. 
 
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The feet of the humblest may walk in the field 
 
 Where the feet of the holiest have trod. 
 This, this is the marvel to mortals revealed. 
 When the silvery trumpets of Christmas have pealed. 
 That mankind are the children of God. 
 
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CHRISTMAS ONCE IS CHRISTMAS STILL 
 
CHRISTMAS ONCE IS CHRISTMAS STILL 
 
 HE silent skies are full of speech 
 
 For who hath ears to hear; 
 The winds are whispering each to each, 
 
 The moon is calling to the beach, 
 And stars their sacred wisdom teach 
 
 Of Faith, and Love, and Fear. 
 
 But once the sky its silence broke, 
 And song o'erflowed the earth. 
 
 The midnight air with glory shook, 
 And Angels mortal language spoke. 
 
 When God our human nature took 
 In Christ the Saviour's birth. 
 
 And Christmas once is Christmas still; 
 
 The gates through which He came. 
 And forests wild and murmuring rill. 
 
 And fruitful field and breezy hill. 
 And all that else the wide world fill 
 
 Are vocal with His name. 
 
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Shall we not listen while they sing 
 
 This latest Christmas morn, 
 And music hear in everything, 
 
 And faithful lives in tribute bring 
 To the great song which greets the King 
 
 Who comes when Christ is born? 
 
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AN EASTER CAROL 
 
 EASTER ANGELS 
 
 THE EASTER FLOWER 
 
AN EASTER CAROL 
 

 
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 OMB, thou shalt not hold Him longer; 
 Death is strong, but Life is stronger; 
 Stronger than the dark, the light; 
 Stronger than the wrong, the right. 
 Faith and Hope triumphant say, 
 Christ will rise on Easter-Day. 
 
 While the patient earth lies waking. 
 Till the morning shall be breaking. 
 Shuddering 'neath the burden dread 
 
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Of her Master, cold and dead. 
 Hark! she hears the angels say, 
 Christ will rise on Easter-Day. 
 
 And when sunrise smites the mountains. 
 Pouring light from heavenly fountains, 
 Then the earth blooms out to greet 
 Once again the blessed feet; 
 And her countless voices say, 
 Christ has risen on Easter-Day. 
 
 Up and down our lives obedient 
 
 Walk, dear Christ, with footsteps radiant. 
 
 Till those garden lives shall be 
 
 Fair with duties done for Thee ; 
 
 And our thankful spirits say, 
 
 Christ arose on Easter-Day. 
 
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EASTER ANGELS 
 
EASTER ANGELS 
 
 OD hath sent His Angels 
 To the earth again, 
 
 Bringing joyful tidings 
 To the sons of men. 
 
 They who first at Christmas 
 Thronged the heavenly way, 
 
 Now beside the tomb-door 
 Sit on Easter-Day. 
 
 Angels, sing His triumph 
 As you sang His birth, 
 
 "Christ the Lord is risen, 
 Peace, good will on earth." 
 
 In the dreadful desert 
 
 Where the Lord was tried, 
 There the faithful Angels 
 
 Gathered at His side, 
 
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And when in the Garden, 
 Grief, and pain, and care 
 
 Bowed Him down with anguish, 
 They were with Him there. 
 
 Yet the Christ they honour 
 Is the same Christ still. 
 
 Who, in light and darkness. 
 Did His Father's will. 
 
 And the tomb, deserted, 
 Shineth like the sky, 
 
 Since He passed out from it, 
 Into vidory. 
 
 God has still His Angels 
 Helping, at His word. 
 
 All His faithful children, 
 Like their faithful Lord. 
 
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Soothing them in sorrow, 
 Arming them in strife, 
 
 Opening wide the tomb-doors. 
 Leading into Hfe. 
 
 Father, send Thine Angels 
 Unto us, we pray; 
 
 Leave us not to wander 
 All along our way. 
 
 Let them guard and guide us, 
 
 Whereso'er we be. 
 Till our resurrection 
 
 Brings us home to Thee. 
 
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THE EASTER FLOWER 
 
THE EASTER FLOWER 
 
 Garden by the City gate 
 
 Where seeds of flowers are sown, 
 What seed is this they bring in state 
 
 With grief and sob and moan? 
 
 They hide it in the silent ground. 
 
 And sadly turn away, 
 The dark earth closes it around 
 
 Beneath the closing day. 
 
 And there its patient rest it takes, 
 
 With folded life and power. 
 Till, when the third bright morning breaks, 
 
 Behold it bursts to flower! 
 
 And ever since the new-made sun 
 Turned Eden's slopes to green. 
 
 Of all Earth's gardens not in one 
 So fair a flower was seen. 
 
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It glows with faith and charity, 
 With love for man and God, 
 
 In it a hope which cannot die 
 Springs from the bursting clod. 
 
 A Rose whose heart is mystic Love, 
 Whose fragrance fills the Earth, 
 
 While happy Heaven which bends above 
 Sings at the blessed birth. 
 
 O Risen Christ! O Easter Flower! 
 
 How dear Thy Grace has grown! 
 From East to West, with loving power, 
 
 Make all the world Thine own. 
 
 And make our hearts Thy gardens. Bloom 
 
 In them, dear Lord, and be 
 Their life of life till Life gives room 
 
 To Immortality! 
 
THIS BOOK WAS PRINTED BY D. B. UPDIKE AT THE 
 MERRYMOUNT PRESS, BOSTON, FOR E. P. DUTTON AND 
 COMPANY, IN SEPTEMBER 1903 
 
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