AROUND THE CHRISTMAS LAMP
by J. L. Molloy
The wind may shout as it likes without;
It may rage, but cannot harm us;
For a merrier din shall resound within,
And our Christmas cheer will warm us.
There is gladness to all at its ancient call,
While its ruddy fires are gleaming,
And from far and near, o'er landscape drear.
The Christmas light is streaming.
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