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Christmas Chimes Post by :DaleThomson Category :Poems Author :Alfred Castner King Date :October 2011 Read :2354

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Christmas Chimes

Once more the merry Christmas bells,
Are ringing far and wide;
Their chime in rhythmic chorus swells,
While every brazen throat foretells,
A joyous Christmastide.

What is the burden of your chime,
Ye bells of Christmastide?
What tidings in your clangorous rhyme,
What message would your tongues sublime
To human hearts confide?

Our chime is of salvation's plan,
And every Christmastide
Since Christmas bells to chime, began
We've caroled Heaven's gift to man,
A Saviour crucified.




(The end)
Alfred Castner King's poem: Christmas Chimes

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