When Christmas Comes.

    When Christmas comes, what pleasures spring
    From drooping hearts on happy wing,
        Like joyous birds that soaring rise
        From hidden coverts to the skies.
    And echo in the chimes that ring!

    Glad millions in wild rapture sing
    Hosannaed hopes of welcoming,
        While praises blend in harmonies,
        When Christmas comes.

    Ah, happy hours! Around them cling
    The dearest joys that life may bring,
        And all the world's despairing cries
        Are soothed to sleep with lullabies
    That banish every bitter thing,
        When Christmas comes!

Freeman Edwin Miller

Freeman Edwin Miller was an American poet, journalist, and teacher, best known for his work in Oklahoma. Born on November 9, 1864, in New Jersey, Miller moved to Oklahoma in 1894, where he became a prominent figure in the literary and educational communities. He is remembered for his contributions to early Oklahoma literature, as well as his work in promoting education and journalism in the region. He passed away on July 14, 1951.

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Sing Me A Song, O, Wind.

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Love, Thou Gayest Fancy-Weaver.

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When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow.

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Ring out, O bells, in joyful chime!
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In melting, mellow atmosphere,
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Beneath the genial touches of
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