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TO THE NORTH SEA.
It's Christmas Eve and round me
Are dance and talk and jest, And I'm striving to seem joyous,
Just as merry as the rest; But the faces and the voices
They fade before my sight, And I see the Northern streamers
Flush up the Arctic night.
Oh ! bright our hall is gleaming,
And warm the fire-gleams play On the holly others' eyes see,
But mine are far away, They see your lamp-lit cabin,
Not all they seem to view, And I fill them full with gladness,
With a long, dear look at you. |
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