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A Poem of Christmas Day 1795
By Robert Southey
How many hearts are happy at this hour
In England! Brightly o'er the cheerful hall
Flares the heaped hearth, and friends and kindred meet,
And the glad mother round her festive board
Beholds her children, separated long.
Amid the world's ways, assembled now,
A sight at which affection lightens up
With smiles, the eye that age has long bedimm'd.
I do remember when I was a child
How my young heart, a stranger then to care,
With transport leap'd upon this holyday,
A o'er the house, all gay with evergreens,
From friend to friend with joyful speed I ran,
Bidding a merry Christmas to them all.
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