Louisa May Alcott (Луиза Мэй Олкотт)

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From our happy home
Through the world we roam
One week in all the year,
Making winter spring
With the joy we bring,
For Christmas-tide is here.

Now the eastern star
Shines from afar
To light the poorest home;
Hearts warmer grow,
Gifts freely flow,
For Christmas-tide has come.

Now gay trees rise
Before young eyes,
Abloom with tempting cheer;
Blithe voices sing,
And blithe bells ring,
For Christmas-tide is here.

Oh, happy chime,
Oh, blessed time,
That draws us all so near!
"Welcome, dear day,"
All creatures say,
For Christmas-tide is here.

1. He That Is Down Need Fear No Fall
2. Gingerbread
3. Thoreau's Flute
4. My Frost-King - Song I
5. Not a Sparrow Falleth but Its God Doth Know

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