JVflSLETOE- ; 
pUI^MOUNT ALL PBSTACLES, 
the misletoe, pearly and green, 
Meet the kind lips of the young and the old ; 
Under the misletoe hearts may be seen 
Glowing as though they had never been cold ; 
Under the misletoe, peace and goodwill 
Mingle the spirits that long have been twain ; 
Leaves of the olive-brapch twine with it still, 
While breathings of Hope fill the loud carol strain. 
Yet why should this holy and festival mirth 
In the reign of old Christmas-tide only be found 1 
Hang up love’s misletoe over the earth, 
And let us kiss under it all the year round! 
Hang up the misletoe over the land, 
Where the poor dark man is spurn’d by the white; 
Hang it wherever oppression’s strong hand 
Wrings from the helpless, humanity’s right. 
Hang it on high where the starving lip sobs, 
And the patrician one turneth in scorn; 
Let it be met where the purple'steel robs 
- Child of its father, and field of its corn ; 
Hail it with joy in our yule-lighted mirth, 
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