Behold! a new white world!
The falling snow
Has cloaked the last old year
And bid him go.
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I raised my hands against my fate,
I struck her frowning brows between;
'I will be good, I will be great,
No matter what has been.
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You were always a dreamer, Rose - red Rose,
As you swung on your perfumed spray,
Swinging, and all the world was true,
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Sing a song for Evaleen, only two years old,
Running laughing on life's path in her wilful way;
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Who has room for a friend
Who has money to spend,
And a goblet of gold
For your fingers to hold,
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It was the Christmas of the year;
The wind blew chill, the night was drear;
And round the strong walls of the keep
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He was the son of a hunting squire
And heir to a fair estate,
And she but an humble serving maid
Who opened his father's gate.
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The wise thrush, the wise thrush, she choseth well her tree,
Made her nest in the laurel's leafy shade.
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Lord! when they came and stood upon my way,
With 'One is dead,' I paused awhile to pray,
In brief thanksgiving that I still did live
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Out from her doorway peeped the little maid
To gaze upon the world most full of glee.
Her eager eyes all bright and unafraid,
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