The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1869-12-25
CHRIsTMAs-TIDE.

EVE.
They say tonight Is Christmas Eve, and high
as could reach, r-- moo = -
I've hung my stockings on the wall and left n
kiss on each. -.... . s-H'.r'-'
left e kiss s on each for Him who'll an my stock
de never came before, but o7rm sure He viii
- Is'HE2 1JL.1 Jus .WOJ
And to.%orrowu be the day our blssssd Christ
Who came on earth to pity me. whom many
- NTlM 9llt fol- !
Int tell Siihy it is they treat me - indeed cannot
Si.e I and da4ys ven Him next to JON, than .llsesns
~aissS III iIUsse the seasr FOR Christmas, Mother
Ana very ss'>uge it Is ino.,s :. ,..iIi.a. -
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But e morrow m bstAN aay SO h.sSS 4
And long to sleep and wake, aud find whss
VIII bring to me. N
The snow is in the street, and through the vim.
dow all the day -
I've watched the little children pass; they sesm'd
SO glad andgayl 'IA q. .91
And gayly did they talk about the gifts they
o, all the world is glad tonight, for this is
Christmas Eve
And, Mother, on the cold, cold floor I've put my
little shoe
The Others torn across the toe, and things might
there slip through
I've set my littls shoe, Mother, and it for you
For know that He'll remember you while Hs
remembers me.
50 lay me in my bed, Mother, and hear my
De never came before, but o, I'm sure he viii
tonight.
MIDNIGHT.
Mother, is it the morning yeti I dreamed that
il was here;
I thought the sun shone through the pane, &c
blessed and % clear. 81 70
I dreamed my little stockings there were fun q,
they could hold,
But it's hardly morning yet, Mother,-it 10 Sc
uoi N ohu NOiu'
dreamed the bells rang from the church where
the happy people 60,
And they rang goodwill to all men in q Language
that know.
L thought took from OF the wall my little
stockings there,
And on the floor emptisd tksm,--suoh sights
30 there never were
A doll was in there, meant for me, just like
those little girls
Who always turn away from me; and o, it had
flch curls
kissed it on its painted check my own are moi
50 sweet,
Though people used to stop to pat and praise
them in the street.
would have pleased you too;
For He who had remembered me had not forgot
ten You.
But I only dreamed t was morning, and yet t /.
Though wsfRi know that He will come before
the early day,
So I will put my dream aside, though know
my dream was UTac,
And sleep and dream my dream again, and rice
at morn with you.
CHRISTMAS MORN.
THE MOTHER.
All night have I walked with weeping till the
bells are ringing wild,
All night have walked witt. my sorrow, and
lain in my tears, like q 3hiid.
For over against the vail as empty as they
can be,
The limp little stock .ngs hang, and nv heart IL
breaking in me
Your vision was false as the world, o darling
dreamer ard deari
And how car bear you to wake, and find NJ
Christians here
Better you and wero asleep in the slumse
Thence none can start.
Ard o, those empty stockings I could fill
them out Of my heart
No Christmas for you or for me, darling; you
kisses were all ia vain;
1 have given your kisses back to you over ant
over again.
1 have folded you to my breast with a mourning
no one hears:
Your heart is happy in dreams, though your hal
is damp with my tears. y '.
am ont of heart and hope am almost out o
my mind;
The world is cruel and cold, and only Christ i
kind:
And much must be borne and forborne; but tn
heaviest burden of all
That ever hath lain on my life are those Gttl
light things on the wall.
Hesh, Bells, you'll waken my dreamer! chi
dren so full of cheer
Be little less glad going by; there hath been
Christmas here.
Go tenderly over the stones, o light feet trippin
a time
The sighted thing sleeps In my arms,--she' !
waken too soon, too soon!
A. W: RHLLAw.