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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354057" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Christmas Homes of England</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Christmas homes of England! <br> How far-famed and how dear;<br> In bright array they ever stand,<br> That glad day of the year;<br> When gathered round the hearth-stone,<br> The loved ones joyful meet,<br> With one accord from far and near,<br> The circle glad to greet.<br> The Christmas homes of England!<br> O, many a joyous brow,<br> Which ever yet hath hailed that day,<br> Will sorrowfully bow,<br> When this one now returneth;<br> For they look, but look in vain,<br> The pride and joy of that glad home,<br> They ne'er shall see again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The Christmas homes of England!<br> In manhood's noblest bloom,<br> On Alma's bloody fields thy lords <br> Have found their lowly tomb;<br> The warrior grey, whose stalwart arm<br> Had prostrate laid the foe;<br> And gallant sons of noble sires,<br> By them in death lie low!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The Christmas homes of England!<br> Alike in peasant's cot,<br> Where hath the death-wail not been heard,<br> Where hath it entered not?<br> And the widowed mother silent weeps,<br> And sheds the bitter tear,<br> As fancy sees her gallant boy,<br> The cold ground for his bier!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The Christmas homes of England!<br> In that far-off Eastern land,<br> What thoughts will be awakened<br> Among that gallant band?<br> How from scenes so dark and fearful,<br> Their spirit will take flight<br> To the bright home of their childhood,<br> And the happy Christmas night!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The Christmas homes of England!<br> The love of many years<br> Is turned into a ceaseless fount<br> Of bitterness and tears;<br> The mother and the widow,<br> The maiden and the child,<br> They call; but none shall answer,<br> Those loving accents mild!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O, Christmas homes of England!<br> There's One, the widow's God!<br> Who, while He chastens, pitieth<br> The sad ones 'neath His rod;<br> His arm beneath supported<br> Thy loved ones in the field,<br> And whispered, &quot;Leave thy little ones<br> To me, their God, their shield!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O, Christmas homes of England!<br> Let all unite in prayer,<br> That He, the widow's God, may take<br> Such to His special care;<br> And we to whom he spareth<br> Our hearts best treasure yet;<br> The widow and the orphan,<br> O let us not forget!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Caroline+Hayward">Caroline Hayward</a><div class=q>
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 How far-famed and how dear;
 In bright array they ever stand,
 That glad day of the year;
 When gathered round the hearth-stone,
 The loved ones joyful meet,
 With one accord from far and near,
 The circle glad to..."></div>
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