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To-night ungather'd let us leave / This laurel, let this holly stand: / We live within the stranger's land, / And strangely falls our Christmas-eve.
Our father's dust is left alone / And silent under other snows: / There in due time the woodbine blows, / The violet comes, but we are gone.