From Our Happy Home Poem by Louisa May Alcott

From Our Happy Home

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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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ratnakar Mandlik 13 June 2017

A beautifully conceived Christmas song, welcoming it cheerfully.

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Alexander Julian 13 June 2017

So a holiday can be a kind of motion that walks on its blessing.

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Louisa May Alcott

Louisa May Alcott

Pennsylvania / United States
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