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"The world is sunk in happy dreams,
Each heart has forgot its sorrow;
The Earth is dreaming of the Spring,
While Earthlings dream of to-morrow.
Above the quiet folded eyes,
The spirits of Dreamland hover;
The children dream of gifts and games,
The maiden dreams of her lover.
May gentle spirits on thee attend,
Till the Christmas morn is breaking;
May happy dreams be thine, dear friend,
And a happier awakening!
E. S. F."
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