Poetry.
THE IMMIGRANTS' CAROL FOR
CHRISTMAS. Oh Christmas! merry Christmas! We hail theo, once again, To shores where lute thy cheering morn No'er dawned on Christian men. But from their thrones for evermore The heathen gods nre Hung; And the good old Christmas tide is hail'd In tho good old English tongue.
But not, as in the olden laud Where still our memories cling, By blazing hearths, amid the snow, Our Christmas songs we sing: But when the bright sun's softon'd rays Are with the flowers at play, We cull sweet summer fruits to grace Our board on Christmas day.
The children in the green lanes bind The roses in their hair, And the sad old year goes sighing out, To leave a scene so fair; , While friends meet friends with happy hearts In many a social band, To hold their merry Christmas, In our adopted land.
A. C, Lyttelton.
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Lyttelton Times, Volume XII, Issue 744, 24 December 1859, Page 3
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150Poetry. Lyttelton Times, Volume XII, Issue 744, 24 December 1859, Page 3
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