The Merry, Merry Christmas Time: The Joy It Brings
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Title
The Merry, Merry Christmas Time: The Joy It Brings
Description
What are the joys that Christmas brings?
Are they the gifts of precious things
And poverty and hate unknown,
What joys dost thou, dear Christmas, bring?
What makes our hearts with gladness sing,
Perhaps 'tis happiness of health,
The tale of earth's benignant King,
To take from death the awful terror,
Are they the gifts of precious things
From loved ones near?
Then, should all happiness be flownAnd poverty and hate unknown,
In forms so drear!
What joys dost thou, dear Christmas, bring?
What makes our hearts with gladness sing,
'Mid scenes of earth, all fair
If 'tis not love nor wealth?Perhaps 'tis happiness of health,
That makes the heart as light as air.
The tale of earth's benignant King,
The story of the heavy Cross,
Born to redeem the world from error,To take from death the awful terror,
While on its angry breast we toss.
Creator
Mrs. R. W. Watkins
Source
5:14, p. 2
Date
1891.12.26
Collection
Citation
Mrs. R. W. Watkins, “The Merry, Merry Christmas Time: The Joy It Brings,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 8, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/548.
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