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 Sweet Strains 
 for 
 
 Christmas Tide. 
 
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 HRI ST MAS-TIDE 
 

 Copyright 1888. 
 
 Hard & Parsons, 
 
 New York. 
 
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 ROM joyous waters murmuring 
 
 Along their stony bed, 
 Where mossy rocks o'er-towerin. 
 
 Lift high their crested head ; 
 Comes singing, ringing ever, 
 
 The sweetest melody, 
 Warm on the chill air breathing, 
 
 And will not stilled be. 
 
'HE Christmas-tide is flinging- 
 
 Its glad chimes far and near, 
 A thousand frost bells ringing 
 
 Repeat the echoes clear ; 
 But underneath the swelling, 
 
 The joy resounding notes; 
 In clear recurrence welling, 
 
 My song of summer floats. 
 
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 FAIN would sing of winter, 
 
 And the glories of the time, 
 To speed the merry greeting 
 
 In a mirthful* swinging rhyme; 
 But through the joy up-springing, 
 
 In undulation strong, 
 Tho' clear the over-ringing, 
 
 I list my summer song. 
 

 Y song of summer gladness, 
 
 That will not die away, 
 Of singing waters, singing 
 
 Their own sweet Christmas lay ; 
 And my heart abandoned to them, 
 
 Goes onward, singing free, 
 Above the snowflakes telling 
 
 Its still green love for thee. 
 
 Annie C. McQueen. 
 
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