The Feast of the Virgins and Other Poems

The Feast of the Virgins and Other Poems

Hanford Lennox Gordon

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The Feast of the Virgins and Other Poems by Hanford Lennox Gordon

Chapter 1 No.1

From church and chapel and dome and tower,

Near-far and everywhere,

The merry bells chime loud and clear

Upon the frosty air.

All down the marble avenues

The lamp-lit casements glow,

And from an hundred palaces

Glad carols float and flow.

A thousand lamps from street to street

Blaze on the dusky air,

And light the way for happy feet

To carol, praise and prayer.

'Tis Christmas eve. In church and hall

The laden fir-trees bend;

Glad children throng the festival

And grandsires too attend.

Fur-wrapped and gemmed with pearls and gold,

Proud ladies rich and fair

As Egypt's splendid queen of old

In all her pomp are there.

And many a costly, golden gift

Hangs on each Christmas-tree,

While round and round the carols drift

In waves of melody.

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The Feast of the Virgins and Other Poems
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Chapter 1 No.1

01/12/2017

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Chapter 2 No.2

01/12/2017