The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1869-12-23
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CIIRIsTMAs-TIDE.

EVE
They say tonight is christmaa Eve, and, high
as could reach,
I've hung my stockings on the wall, and left
kiss on each.
Eve left kiss on each for Him who'll fll nv
stockings quite;
He never came before, but o, pm sure lie will
tonight.
And to-morrow'll be the day our blessed Christ
was born,
Who came on earth to pity me, whom many
Others scorn.
And why ,h it is they treat me so Indeed | cannot
But while love Him nes, to you, then all
seems wise and well.
long have looked for Christmas, Mother
waited all the year
And very strange 1t is indeed TO foel its dawn
so near;
But to-morrow'll be the day so have prayed
to see,
And long to sleep and wake, and find what it
will bring to me.
The snow is In the street, and through the win
dow all the day
I've watched the little children pass; they
seemed so glad aud gay
And eaily did they talk about the gifts they
would receive -
0, all the world is glad tonight, for this ia
Christmas Eve!
And, Mother on the cold, cold floor Pye put
my little shoe
The others torn across the toe, and things
might there slip through;
I've set my little shoe, Mother, aud it for you
shall be,
T.. 7 al. IT
remembers me.
So lay me in my bed, Mother, and hear my
prayers Alright,
lie never came before, but o, I'm sure lie will
tonight.
MIDNIGHT.
Mother, is II morning yet? dreamed that ii
was here;
thought the sun shons through the pane, so
so blessed and SO clear.
dreamed my little stockings there were full
as they could hold,
But IFS hardly morning yet, Mother-it il so
dark and cold.
! dreamed the bells rang from the church
where the happy people 20,
And they rang goodwill to all men in Ian
guage that know.
l thought | took from of the wall my little
stockings there,
And on the Hoor emptied them-such sights
there never werel
A doll was in there, meant for me, Just ike
those little girls
Who always turn away from me and o, ii
had such ourls
i kissed it, its painted check my own are
not so sweet,
Though people used to stop to pat and praise
them In the street.
And, Mother. there were many things that
would have pleased you too
For He who had remembered me had not for
gotten you.
But ! only dreamed twas morning, and vet
tits far away,
Though well know that He will come before
the early day.
So will put my dream aside, though know
my dream was true.
And sleep, and dream my dream again, and rise
at morn with you.
CHRISTMAS MORN.
The MOTHER.
All night have walked with weeping till the
bells are ringing wild,
All night have ~aked with my sorrow, and
lain in my tears, like a child.
For over against the wall as empty as they can
The limp little stockings hang, and my heart is
breaking in me!
Yours yiion was false as the world, o darling
dreamer and dear!
And how can ! bear you to wake, and find no
Christmas here's
Better you and were asleep in the siumber
whence none may start.
And o. those empty stockings could Gil
them out Of my heartl
No Christmas for you or for me, darling your
kisses were all in vain;
have given your kisses back to you over and
over againi
have folded you to my breast with moaning
no one hears;
Your heart is happy in dreams, though your
hair is damp with my tears,
am out Of heart aud hope; am almost out
kind;
And mach must be bore and forborne; but the
heaviest burden OF all
That ever hath lain on my life are those little
light things on the wall.
Hush, Bells, you'll waken my dreamer o
children so full Of cheer
Be little less glad going by there hath been
no Christmas here.
Go tenderly over the stones, o light feet trim.
ping tune
The slighted thing sleeps in my arms-she1l
waken too soon, too soon
Our Yong Foik..