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    <title>Greacen011</title>
    <Collections>Unpublished Poems</Collections>
    <Contributor>Greacen Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>19 Jan</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>Greacen011</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Manuscript</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Christmas tree</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
    <Path>https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/greacen011</Path>
    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
    <Rights>Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA</Rights>
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    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <Transcript>﻿Christmas Tree

Now when December days drag out to the year’s end
Through a tunnel with hardly a blink of light
One day unexpectedly leaps into flames.
We see the radiance for a moment through child eyes,
And know that all could be different because He came
To Bethlehem those weary centuries ago.
The Christmas tree shivers in a trance of light
For a moment we recapture a lost delight
And think that if things are not for the best
Perhaps they are not all for the worst;
That the game is worth these lighted candles,
That if our feet still refuse to dance
Across the pavements of a sodden world
With luck - and grace - we may get another chance.
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