Best of All
From out its wreaths so bright and big
There fell a shining holly sprig,
With cheery little rustling sound
One of my story-books it crown's.
I looked to see which one it chose-
Now, which of all would you suppose?
There, in the dusk of Christmas dim,
It rested over Tiny Tim.
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