TURN-ING THE TRENCH-ER.
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If, at this old Christ-mas game, Kate, who spins the trench-er, call Any play-er out by name, He must catch it ere it fall. If "Move all" she should re-peat, All sit still; but if she say "Twi-light," each must change his seat, Or a for-feit he must pay. |
THE WISE MEN OF THE EAST.
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The East-ern sages watched the sky, They looked from night till morn, There shone a bright, new star on high, They knew that Christ was born. Then up they rose, and came from far, They jour-neyed night and day, Led by the shin-ing of that star, And found Him where He lay. There is not any need for us To leave our homes be-hind, Through dis-tant lands to tra-vel thus The Son of God to find. For home to us each Christ-mas Day The new-born Sa-vi-our brings; Then shall we not our hom-age pay Like those good East-ern kings? |