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Julia Ann Moore

Julia Ann Moore

Christmas

Hail the coming holiday,
With a hearty joyous feast,
And drive away sorrow, friends,
For a day or two at least;
Lay all business cares aside,
And make the world resound,
With music and festivals
Throughout our merry town.
 
May every person in our land
A voice to heaven raise,
And welcome in Christ’s birthday,
With everlasting praise;
Praise Him who died upon the cross,
Our sinning souls to save,
The great Redeemer, Christ our lord,
That dwells beyond the grave.
 
We should meet in reverence,
And God’s commands obey,
And make each other happy
Throughout the holiday;
And not forget the orphans,
The aged or the blind,
The rich, the poor and needy,
To each one pray be kind.
 
May every parent in the land,
Hail Christmas day with joy,
And not forget a present for
Their little girls and boys;
They are looking forth anxiously,
For Santa Claus to come
And fill their little stockings,
With toys and sugar-plumbs.
 
God grant a merry Christmas eve
And happy Christmas day,
To every person in the land,
At home or far away.
That festive day will soon be here,
Alas, will soon be o’er;
Welcome, welcome the coming of
Christmas day once more.

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The Southern Scourge

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The Great Chicago Fire

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Sketch of Lord Byron’s Life

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Young Henry

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Temperance Reform Clubs

Air—"Perhaps" Some enterprising people, In our cities and towns, Have gone to organizing clubs Of men that’s fallen down;
Spring Time Is Coming

Beautiful Spring is coming, Ah, yes, will soon be here, For the clear bright sun is shinin… All human hearts to cheer. One the brightest gems of nature
Willie’s and Nellie’s Wish

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A Departed Friend

He is sleeping, sounding sleeping In the cold and silent tomb. He is resting, sweetly resting In perfect peace, all alone. He has left us, God bereft us,
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Air—"The Rain upon the Roof"<… When I was a little infant, And I lay in mother’s arms, Then I felt the gentle pressure Of a loving mother’s arms.
The Burial in the Snow

How well do I remember Of a burial in the snow, On a winter’s evening Some fifteen years ago; The ground was covered over
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Air—"Bright Alfaretta" Wild roved the Indians once On the banks of Grand River, And they built their little huts Down by that flowing river.
Little Susan

Air—"The Pride of Caldair"… Once there was a little girl And her friends loved her dear— Her parents loved their little one… She did their hearts cheer.



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