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Christmastide

by H. P. Lovecraft

The cottage hearth beams warm and bright,
   The candles gaily glow;
The stars emit a kinder light
   Above the drifted snow.

Down from the sky a magic steals
   To glad the passing year,
And belfries sing with joyous peals,
   For Christmastide is here!