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Out of the Northland bleak and bare,

O wind with a royal roar,

Fly, fly,

Through the broad arched sky,

Flutter the snow, and rattle and cry

At every silent door—

Loud, loud, till the children hear,

And meet the day with a ringing cheer:

"Hail to the Christmas-tide!"

INTO the silent waiting East

T here cometh a shining light—

Far, far,

Through a dull gray bar

Closing over a dying star

That watched away the night—

Rise, rise, shine and glow,

Over a wide white world of snow,

Sun of the Christmas-tide!

Out of the four great gates of day

A tremulous music swells;

Hear, hear,

Now sweet and clear,

Over and under and far and near,

A thousand happy bells:

Joy, joy, and jubilee!

Good-will to men from sea to sea,

This merry Christmas-tide!

Lo! in the homes of every land

The children reign to-day;

They alone,

With our hearts their throne,

And never a sceptre but their own

Small hands to rule and sway!

Peace, peace—the Christ-child's love—

Flies over the world, a white, white dove,

This happy Christmas-tide!

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