by Evaleen Stein
When the Christ-child comes again
Softly down the street to-night,
Twinkling through the window pane
Let our candles shed their light.
Though the clouds are dark above
And the golden stars are dim,
We can tell Him of our love
If we set a light for Him.
Oh, the blessed Christ-child dear,
In His robe of shining white,
Let our candles give Him cheer
As He passes by to-night!
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