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CHRISTMAS EVE.
- ALONE—with one fair star for company,
- The loveliest star among the hosts of night,
- While the grey tide ebbs with the ebbing light—
- I pace along the darkening wintry sea.
- Now round the yule‐log and the glittering tree
- Twinkling with festive tapers, eyes as bright
- Sparkle with Christmas joys and young delight,
- As each one gathers to his family.
- But I—a waif on earth where—er I roam—
- Uprooted with life’s bleeding hopes and fears
- From that one heart that was my heart’s sole home,
- Feel the old pang pierce through the severing years,
- And as I think upon the years to come
- That fair star trembles through my falling tears.
