Fond thoughts we’ll take for you,

To her heart we’ll bring sweet tidings

While nestling on her breast,

We’ll breathe of love the poet sings,

Of love supremely blest.

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CHRISTMAS IN THE CLOISTER.

Without the earth was robed in white,

Stars glittered in the wintry sky,

The altar lights shone fair and bright,

Sweet heav’nly music rose on high,

Breathing in the language of the soul,

All that the soul so longs to hear,

While from the sanctu’ry lamp there stole

Soft rays that flickered far and near.

And lo! the scene, the Cloister choir,

The nuns in silent pray’r with God,

The crib of Bethlehem, all inspire,

Uplift our hearts from earth’s cold clod;

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