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Not the roses freshly gathered That she loved on earth so well; But the fadeless bloom of Eden, Amaranth and asphodel.

Not the shoes of mortal fashion Wait the weary, wayworn feet; Shod with peace, they step securely On that shining upper street.

Not the fabric frail and misty Resting on the silvered hair, But the crown He gives his children, Invisible, yet hovering there.

So comes grandma's Christmas morning, Dawning soft and silently, Bringing God's best gifts together, Christ and Immortality.





HE common people heard Him gladly;" O tender words of life divine! Where'er among thy blessed teachings Runs there a sweeter, fairer line? The Pharisee, with captious question, Still doubted what He came to teach; 