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led silence spread again, Like water that a pebble stirs. Our mother rose from where she sat: Her needles, as she laid them down, Met lightly, and her silken gown Settled: no other noise than that. "Glory unto the Newly Born," So as said angels, she did say; Because we were in Christmas-day, Though it would still be long till morn. Just then in the room over us There was a pushing back of chairs, As some one had sat unawares So late, now heard the hour, and rose. With anxious, softly-stepping haste Our mother went where Margaret lay, Fearing the sounds o'erhead--should they Have broken her long-watched-for rest! She stooped an instant, calm, and turned; But suddenly turned back again; And all her features seemed in pain With woe, and her eyes gazed and yearned. For my part, I but hid my face, And held my breath, and spoke no word; There was none spoken; but I heard The silence for a little space. Our mother bowed herself and wept; And both my arms fell, and I said, "God knows I knew that she was dead," And there, all white, my sister slept. Then kneeling upon Christmas morn A little after twelve o'clock, We said, ere the first quarter struck, "Christ's blessing on the newly born!" _Dante Gabriel Rossetti._ CHRISTMAS IN EDINBOROUGH. I. Sheath'd is the river as it glideth by, Frost-pearl'd are all the boughs of forests old, The sheep are huddling close upon the wold, And over them the stars tremble on high. Pure joys these winter nights around me lie; 'Tis fine to loiter through the lighted streets At Christmas-time, and guess from brow and pace The doom and history of each one we meet, What kind of heart beats in each dusky case; Whiles, startled by the beauty of a face In a shop-light a moment. Or instead, To dream of silent fields where calm and deep The sunshine lieth like a golden sleep-- Recalling sweetest looks of summers dead. _Alexander Smith._ CHRISTMAS IN EDINBOROUGH. II. Joy like a stream flows through the Christmas streets, But I am sitting in my silent room, Sitting all silent in congenial gloom To-night, while half the world the other greets With smiles and grasping hands and drinks and meats, I sit and muse on my poetic doom; Like the dim scent within a budded
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