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Pis Christmas Day ! 



To one another 

 I hear men say — 

 Alas ! my Brother, 

 Its winds blow better, 



Our Christmas suns 

 No longer glitter 



As former ones ! 

 If this be so, 



Then let us borrow 

 From long ago 



Surcease of sorrow ; 

 Let dead Yules lend 



Their bright reflections — 

 Let fond friends blend 



Their recollections — 

 Let Love revive 



Joy's ashen embers, 

 For Love is Life 



Since Love remembers. 



EAEL OF DUFFERINT. 



