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n the s [link widoczny dla zalogowanych][link widoczny dla zalogowanych]t hawthorn bower is bare
And bleak and cheerless is the air;
When all seems desolate around
Christmas advances o'er the ground.
When Tom at eve comes home from plough
And brings the mistletoe's green bough
With milk-white berries spotted o'er
And shakes it the sly maids before
Then hangs the trophy up on high
Be sure that Christmas-tide is nigh.
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When Halthe woodmanin his clogs
Bears home the huge unwieldly logs
Thathissing on the smould'ring fire
Flame out at last a quiv'ring spire;
When in his hat the holly stands
Old Christmas musters up his bands.
When cluster'd round the fire at night
Old William talks of ghost and sprite
Andas a distant out-house gate
Slams by the windthey fearful wait
While some each shadowy nook explore
Then Christmas pauses at the door.
When Dick comes shiv'ring from the yard
And says the pond is frozen hard
While from his hatall white with snow
The moisturetricklingdrops below
While carols soundthe night to cheer
Then Christmas and his train are here.
_Edwin Lees._
THE MISTLETOE.
When winter nights grow long
And winds without blow cold
We sit in a ring round the warm wood-fire
And listen to stories ol