To A Child At Christmas Time.

May the day that gave Christ birth
    Bring you boundless joy and mirth,
Fill the golden hours with gladness,
    Raise no thought to cause you sadness.

Edwin C. Ranck

Edwin C. Ranck was an American lyricist noted for his work in the early 20th century. He was a prolific writer and his lyrics were often characterized by their humor and wit. One of his standout works is the poem 'The Optimist', which reflects his positive outlook on life. Beyond that, little is known about his personal life or career. He remains a somewhat obscure figure in literary history.

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