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CHRISTMAS. ROSES.
London
Grijjith,
:
Farran
St.
&.
Company
Pauls Churchyard.
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BUNCH of Christmas
To
I
Roses, dear,
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S reet
my
fairest child,
plucked them in
my
garden where
The
drifting
snow
lay piled.
I
cannot bring thee violets dear,
Or cowslips growing Or
For thee
to wear,
wild,
daisy chain for thee to wear,
my
child.
For
all
the grassy
meadows near
Are clad with snow,
my
child;
Through
all
the days of winter drear
No
ray of sun has smiled.
I
plucked
this
bunch of
verses, dear,
From
I
out
my
garden wild,
plucked them in the winter drear
For you, my fairest child, Your wet and wintry hours to cheer,
They're Christmas Roses, child.
THE CHRISTMAS STOCKING.
I
"Of
DONT believe that
Said
little
Santa Glaus
"
will
come
to
you and
m e,
crippled Nell,
a'cause,
we
are so poor you see;
And
then
I don't believe the 'chimbley's'
wide enough for him,
the lights are dim.
"
D'ye think that Santa Glaus
Now
1
course he comes to every one, dear, whether rich or poor; go to bed dear Nell," said Nan, "he'll come to-night I'm sure."
if by chimney or if by stair he crept, But sure enough he visited the room where Nelly slept.
don't
know
*****
in Nell's stocking,
will
come, ...