by Evaleen Stein
When the Christ-child comes again
Softly down the
street to-night,
Twinkling through the window pane
Let our candles
shed their light.
Though the clouds are dark above
And the
golden stars are dim,
We can tell Him of our love
If we set a light
for Him.
Oh, the blessed Christ-child dear,
In His robe of
shining white,
Let our candles give Him cheer
As He passes by
to-night!
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