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ORIGINAL POETRY. CHRISTMAS. Glad Christmas time is here again-pass round the wassail bowl, And let the advent of the day make glad each human soul; And tho' we miss the holly with its ber ries bright and red, Let the freshness of its verdure be o'er all our spirits shed. Although no English orchard's here to yield its mellow fruit, No Yule log blazes on our hearth, and the merry bells are mute, Let us cherish the reeembrance of the days we've seen before, And honour the glad Christmas time as our fathers did of yore. Then let the gifts of Heaven be with all our brethren shared, And " be a portion sent to those for whom nothing is prepared ;" The joy which at this festive time glad dens the hearts of all, Like the bright sun above our heads should shine on great and small. With grateful hearts and generous hands, then let us all unite. To welcome with festivity this season of delight, And though we miss the holly with its berries bright and red, Let the freshness of its verdure be o'er all our spirits shed. W. A. Little Scotland, December 21, 1849.