Chapter 21 BELLS OF CHRISTMAS

Then let the holly red be hung,

And all the sweetest carols sung,

While we with joy remember them-

The journeyers to Bethlehem.

Frank Dempster Sherman.

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BELLS OF CHRISTMAS

The Adoration of the Wise Men

Saw you never in the twilight,

When the sun had left the skies,

Up in heaven the clear stars shining,

Through