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Thursday, December 20, 2018

Poem: Louis Charles, “Christmas Eve, Ten Years Ago,” 1878

At midnight’s hour the solemn sound,
The moaning swell
Hark, to the sound of that mystic bell,
Steals o’er my heart like a magic spell!

Tolls this bell upon my ear
A cloud of frosty light
So soft and clear,
This long December night—
A chant of praise,
For peaceful days.

Christmas Eve, watching the fire,
This dreary night, with visions bright;
Cheerful faces gladden my Christmas Eve
Upon a ghostly Winter’s night.

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