THIS BOOK

is Dedicated

то MY TWELVE CHILDREN,

WITH THE FONDEST LOVE,

By their Mother,

L. C. SKEY.

A CHRISTMAS PUDDING

FOR YOUNG EATERS.

Part E.

CHRISTMAS-TIDE.

WHEN the holly brightly gleams,
And carols we are singing;
Among our Christmas melodies
A minor chord is ringing;

A chord composed of many notes,
On heart-strings loud resounding;
Borne on the wind from far and near,
Each happy hearth surrounding.

It is the cry of hungry souls,

Both pain and sorrow feeling;
Of children homeless and alone,
Of wounds that ask for healing.

A