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Edgar Guest - A Greeting
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OLD friend o`mine, it`s Christmas Day 
An` I am thinkin` of you 
An` hopin` that no patch of gray 
Will hide the blue above you. 
An` if I had the power to do 
The many things I yearn to, 
With joy I`d be surrounding you, 
And always when your work is through 
There`d be a kiss to turn to. 

You`d never know a single care
To cause a minute`s worry, 
There`d be no road you couldn`t fare, 
An` do it in a hurry. 
I`d clip the thorns from every rose 
You get your fingers on to; 
An` warm would be each breeze that blows, 
An` each night rare with sweet repose, 
Could I do what I want to.

An` when you sigh for coins of gold,
I`d fill your purse with money, 
An` make each pathway where you strolled 
A bright one an` a sunny. 
To friend, I`d change each foe to you, 
The hand upraised to strike, to 
One stretched out in friendship true 
I`d turn, if this old heart could do 
The things `twould really like to.
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