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, what have you brought to our own fireside?"   'Twas a mother's voice that spake: "The wintry tempest doth loudly chide, But peace and joy shall with us abide— Oh, cherish them for my sake. "A common stock is our happiness here:   Each heart must contribute its mite The bliss to swell or the pain to cheer; Husband, and son, and daughter dear,    What have you brought to-night?"

Then the studious boy, from his storied page, Look'd up with a thoughtful eye: That knowledge gleam'd thence which doth charm the sage, And shine like a flame through the frost of age With warmth and majesty.

A girl was there, like a rose on its stem, And her sacred song she pour'd: Beauty and music, a blended gem, Shook from their sparkling diadem, To enrich the evening hoard.